For those that live far from the sea the sahuagin are unknowable creatures of the deep, used by parents as bedtime cautions to wilful children. Or perhaps they are told of around the campfires by adventurers, their tongues and imaginations loosened by mead, in electrifying deeds of bravado. These deeds are the product of an alert mind and an ear for a good story, for few away from the gentle lapping of the briny sea have ever met, let alone bested, the sahuagin and lived to tell such a rollicking tale.
What we really know about the sahuagin must be forever limited because they live in the depths of the ocean and we cannot reach their domain without magical assistance. The creatures of the deep, our friends such as the aquatic elves, are similarly limited in what they can learn because the two share such hatred of one another, preventing anything more than the briefest of observations usually before blood must be spilt.
Yet we must come to understand them. The world is more composed of their realm than it is ours. They rule a domain that dwarfs ours, and they have demonstrated throughout the centuries that they hold us in complete contempt.
In an effort to find out more about the sea devils, I enlisted the advice of an ancient holy man, a Tohunga, of an Island tribe. This revered adventurer came to these civilised lands to learn about the world but we can learn just as much from him. His tribe, and most of the peoples of the world who are within a short distance of the sea, must constantly face these creatures. Indeed, his own tribe treat them as their primary enemy, the warriors adorning themselves with intricate tattoos to mark each encounter they survive.
His comments and advice on the sahuagin, or the ponaturi in his own language, form the text of this tome, a work that may disappoint the academics who seek to know but not those adventurers who seek to understand.