Deep within the ocean depths, where the sun never shines, there lies a city. The strange city was carved into the side of a volcano. This relatively tame volcano has gentle slopes and occasionally spews smoke. The city itself consists of little more than small hovels and large spires haphazardly thrown about the volcano. The most pitiful hovels were simply holes into the ground, and the greatest of the hovels stood a few stories high and feature many stone pillars in their construction. The large spires soar hundreds of stories upwards into the water and all spires without exception use great stone pillars within their construction. Amongst the large spires is one of red granite and towers over the rest, which stands out amongst the buildings made of the blackish basalt. Coral grows throughout the city, and even climbs up the spires. The inhabitants of this city have dubbed it "Deephome".
While the city is certainly strange, the inhabitants could be said to be even stranger. The inhabitants, who are called merfolk by the rare sailor that spots them and call themselves Naaru, have pale milky white skin. Their eyes are pitch black and well adapted to the depths of the ocean. They have arms with webbed hands, and a scaly fish's tail instead of legs. The merfolk are completely hairless. They are somewhat smaller compared to a human, and have gills on the side of their neck. They have sharp pointed teeth for tearing meat. They lack ears, and only have holes where they would be, and they also lack a nose. In all other respects they are similar to a human's appearance.
Several of these merfolk darted in and out of the many spires of Deephome, carrying onwards with their daily business. An outsider may hear lots of song and singing emanating from the city, but in truth it is just everyday speech. It is simply more practical for the Naaru to speak in a way that doesn't separate its words with pauses, as ours does, because it would be harder to understand within the ocean. If one was able to understand the singing, one would hear a chaotic mess of merchants haggling their wares, some screaming at one another for some wrong done to them, and others were laughing in mirth.
Swimming above this chaotic din, was a merfolk surrounded by three guards. The woman was almost completely covered in pale white shells, while her guards had simple wrappings of seaweed and wielded spears tipped with bone. She raised her arm, signaling the guards to stop, and darted into a large chamber filled with several merfolk. As she entered the spire, she was met with a scolding in the merfolk's tongue: "[You are late, Ghassa.]" The voice emanated from the Naaru resting on a throne carved from the skull of a whale. The Naaru who sat on the throne was adorned with shells of vibrant color and strings of pearls that lazily hung about in the water. She gripped the spear of bone that was lain across her lap as her curled her face into a snarl: "[If I didn't know any better, I would think that you don't take my summons seriously.]" The rest of the merfolk in the chamber remained deathly quiet.
Unfazed, Ghassa took her place amongst the crowd and said: "[I apologize High-Mother Danassa, the currents were against me. I truly desire to learn what beasts have been encroaching on my territory and devouring my fish, perhaps more than anyone present.]"
The false display of anger faded from Denassa's face and she released her spear, she liked to keep her subjects fearful of her in case they stepped out of line. Danassa replied in the Naaru's tongue: "[Very well then Ghassa.]" The crowd breathed a sigh of relief, and Denassa continued: "[I believe I have left your curiosity unsatisfied for far too long, it is time for you all to learn what has been causing the schools of fish to slowly dwindle.]" The high-mother lifted her spear and pointed it at a member of the crowd: "Rise Rha, and tell the Naaru among you what you went through."
And so Rha rose ten feet into the water, he dared not refuse. Rha was a man who wore simple garments of seaweed, and nervously wrung his hands together in the presence of all of these mothers and fathers of great Naaru broods. He began to tell his tale with the entire room's eyes on him: "[I am Rha, I am a fisherman by trade. Not more than a few moons ago, I was near the end of the water in the Northern Fish Fields]", he nodded to Ghassa paying respect to the Mother of those waters and continued,
"[when I saw something strange skimming along the top. It was large and brown, and I believe most of it skimmed along the surface, although I didn't get much of a good look for reasons I will shortly describe. The beast cast its great net into the waters, and was gathered the school of fish I was hunting myself. I got caught in its net, and at one point was forced to breach the surface, and the cruel sunlight made it hard for me to see the skimming beast that captured me. Fortunately, I had my knife with me, and without it, I doubt I would be speaking with you today. Fearing my life, I fled into the depths.]" He sunk below once more into the crowd. The crowd murmured amongst each other, asking questions about what it could be and what they are going to do about it. Several hounded the poor fisherman for answers. After some time of this debate, Ghassa rose from the crowd exclaiming: "[I don't care what the beast is, I am going to kill anything that steals our food!]"
A far older merman, who's milky skin wrinkled said from the crowd: "[Let's not enter the mouth of a whale, we should learn more about the beast before we attempt to drive it from our waters. It could be extremely dangerous as our friend Rha has told us. What say you High-Mother?]"
The High-Mother thought for a short moment before declaring: "[Your words ring true, Shaa. Clearly old age has not taken away the sharpness of your mind. I will send several of my children to observe these strange beasts, and after a few moons we will drive them from our waters.]" After Danassa declared as such, there was no debate to what happened next. Although many held dissenting opinions, there was no defying the High-Mother. To outsiders, merfolk sightings raised from extremely rare to an uncommon occurrence within the Naaru Dominion.