Ipsen Garr
Ipsen Garr lost both legs above the knee to a savage sea shark. Forward spotter on the Waveskimmer, the ill-fated Human had served nobly aboard the fishing vessel for years before crossing paths with the beast known as Tur T’tumic, Sea Bastard in the native tongue.
Dangling from the prow with his seer’s glass at hand, Ipsen’s life changed when the legendary creature took the battle to the shark hunters. Ipsen was the first casualty, a vast majority of the prow vanishing along with his lower appendages. Only the quick action of the resident cleric stemmed the gush of blood onto the ragged deck as the wounded man swung from his harness.
The Waveskimmer went to the bottom that day, and Tur T’tumic owned the waters each day forth.
Ipsen floated to safety on a sizable chunk of flotsam and spent months recuperating in the nearby village of Slipper Stone. He wandered the village on hands and stumps, seeking work but finding little suited to his challenges. Charity he could only stomach for so long, so the man set inland along the river, seeking a new purpose.
A competent shipwright, his mind seized upon the ferry way which would cross a broad expanse of the river, and he set to the task of building the means to bridge such a superior vision of nature. Years would pass and tales emerged of the legless hermit living in the runnels along the river way. These stories were cemented with the launch of the ferry Ipsen had foreseen, granting a new, safe passage for those seeking to reach the coast.
In his unique rig aboard the ferry, the stories and tales roll forth with unequaled fervor from ferryman and traveler alike. Even the bittersweet tales of the Sea Bastard crop up from time to time when fisher folk happen by.