The most expensive export of the Rin archipelago, the bottled winds are sold anywhere a buyer can be found.
Corporate Research Vessel - 01 Zelanzy is a massive research catamaran owned and operated by the Aegis Investment Group, typically handling questionable or dangerous materials in international waters, outside of the jurisdiction of other nations.
Seven ships to sail the seven seas.
Seven Mermaids, some of them living their lives in the deep ocean, others, willingly or otherwise, on the land.
Seven highly magical and dangerous blades of the Ocean, all of them in the hands of the green-tail merpeople of the shallow seas.
The Neo-Soviet marine biomods
Also known as aquastats or hydrostations, the submersible cities of the Eurasian Alliance
A Revised and improved collection of scallywags, scoundrels, and nautical ne'er do wells.
The Ark Class ship formed part of the three-fold survival plan of the wealthy and powerful of the Petroleum Age. The other two legs of the plan were the arcologies, and space habitats.
The Black Leviathan from the eastern sea is a greater hazard in legend then in fact, as it only infrequently preys upon man. At least, as far as can be told, for many are taken by the sea with no record of their passing.
A marine version of the construction hardsuit. Excerpted from the Abridged 30 Power Armors sub
Greentails, sirens, mermaids, merfolk, the creature you think of when you hear these names is a Tangaroa.
In the strangest parts of The Ocean, the Lojcreltians are born. Beings of weirdness and cosmic balance so profound they can alter reality.
The whales of the deep are not to be trifled with, those who hunt them are as mad as those who think to slay dragons.
In the dark one morning, the Bloated Black Beast slowly rose to the water's surface. Whence it crested, great gouts of flame erupted from its Misshapen Form and were hurled hundreds of feet in all directions. It dove again, and appeared as nothing more than an Inky Shadow of Malice. With no purpose, It swam on; occasionally cresting and flaming, but still without purpose.
A mysterious legacy of a hard-working and much-loved mariner and welder.
Something flashes beneath the waves, a hint of green scales surfaces. A rainbow colored crest breaks the waters surface followed by a huge beast.
Brine S’Vick is the Shark Lord, a giant man amongst the ocean curent.
There is nothing like them. They shine like a white gold.
...and a star to steer her by.
In the vein of the other Random Encounter threads, now comes the thread for Oceanic encounters
A group of humans living in a mountainous area have spent generations mining, drinking home made liquor, and generally not spreading the gene pool around enough. The end result is a sub-race of humans who no longer have necks, rather their heads protrude from the upper portion of the torso between the shoulders. They have beards, and lacking the ability to turn their heads, can only see what they are directly facing. They are simple and to the point, and direct to the point of bluntness.