In the Baharuth Empire,one of the more successful and prosperous human nations in the continent,superstition rarely takes hold,as the general education provided to the masses is enough to stem the more irrational fears of some people.

However,there is a certain story that has seemed to stick around for far longer than it should have,especially considering its hardly a tale a bard would tell.

Such tale spoke of a creature of the depths,a monster that waits in the darkness of the sea for the perfect chance to emerge and wreck havoc on the land dwelling people of the Empire.

Rumors of this creature began to spread when a certain coastal town reported that 45 people had gone missing in the night,many of them being young women and children.

No evidence was found then,but soon enough another coastal town reported people going missing in the night,once again most of them being young,all vanishing without so much as a trace except for the crashing of waves and the chill of night.

Much time has passed since those incidents,and most people have simply concluded that it was a one time occurrence,all except one man,the only one to have claimed to have taken a good look at the creature when it took away his wife and daughter right before his eyes.

Michael Finger,local fisherman and former adventurer,has become a very notorious figure,for even amongst the odd ranks of the adventurers,he stands out as a true enigma.

No one really knows where he came from,and his adventuring career was brief but not unsuccessful,having gained quite a bit of money,before getting married and deciding to take up a simple life of fishing.

Finger however,has returned to his previous life,searching day and night the coasts of the Empire,killing any sort of marine monster with his weapon,The Harpoon of Summer,an enchanted harpoon infused with fire damage and the ability to cast [Fireball] once a day.

Sometimes he doesn't even bother to get his reward for the job,and had at one point been arrested for cussing at a statue of the Water God for 2 hours straight.

And yet no matter how many sea monsters he does,the hunger in his eyes never disappeared even for a second,for his true target was the notorious beast that took his family from him before his very eyes and set a fire in his soul that would not soon go out.

"Wind's howling,he's gotta be close,I can feel it in my balls..."

In the dead of night,Michael Finger was where he could usually be found,near the sea,looking for his fated foe.

While the damnable creature bad eluded him for a long time,Finger had a feeling that the fiend was lurking once more this night,just waiting for him to drop his guard and emerge from the waters to bring forth ruination once again.

But Finger was ready,magical harpoon held firmly by his iron fingers

And then,he felt a disturbance in the area,turning around only to see the ocean split in half,and from that fissure,the object of his pain and anger emerged once more,and Finger could not be any happier.

The monstrosity finally revealed itself in the pale moonlight,its form a hulking mass of red carapace,countless legs piercing the sand,soulless black eyes staring into nothingness,and giant meaty claws that could tear apart a castle wall in record time.

The mystery was no more,the creatures true nature was out for all to see,and the name that such creature would be know as in the annals of history was...

The Lobsterman

Finger felt his heart pound,teeth clenching and soul screaming for revenge,he charged the abomination with his Harpoon,no fear in his eyes,only rage against the foul creature that had taken everything from him.

Claw and Harpoon met,magical fire bouncing off the creatures natural armor and heating the midmight wind,neither combatant getting the edge,but that would soon change.

Seeing the slightest of openings in his opponents defense,Finger thrust his Harpoon with all his strength into its abdomen,the weapon striking deep into the creatures core,and yet it made no sound,and instead prepared to smash the human once and for all!

Finger knew this was the end,and yet with once last push of defiance,he activated the Harpoons bound spell,unleashing hellfire into the belly of the beast,engulfing himself in flames in the process.

The Monster attempted to run into its natural element to stave off the flames,but it was too late,with a heavy thud the charred corpse of the sea creature fell into the sand.

Finger,close to death from his self inflicted wounds,could only smile,knowing his family,and everyone else who had suffered at the claws of the monster bad been avenged.

And just like that,Finger passed away.

Stories of the battle between an old adventurer and the "Terror of Baharuth Coast" soon spread across the Empire and beyond,and soon the legend of Michael Finger was one of the favoured tales of bards across the human realms,a true hero who sacrificed himself for the sake of his family's memory and the lives of innocents.

So popular was the story,that many women decided to name their children after him.

And so,if a child was lucky,he would be named after a great hero,and become a kid with a name of great power...

A Kid named Finger.