Once playful spirits who happily swam within the calm and gentle waters of the cleanest of lakes. There were the caretakes, the purifiers of water who brought joy and life to the nearby wildlife, and the odd prank.
That however changed one night..
It started with just the one, a single battle-worn sword. It was the weapon of a once great man, slain by the cruel beast that is war. Perhaps those who tossed the blade had believed or at least hoped, that the sins of their lord would be cleansed alongside his bloodstained weapon should it come to rest in the waters of the finest purity.
Confused, the kind sprits fulfilled their only know duty; they cleaned the blade and returned it to the world of man...
It was a blade like no other, a blade without impurity capable of cutting through the toughest of steel.