Rayther backstory

A bright, optimistic child, Rayther was born in a small coastal city renowned for shipbuilding
and sailors. Indeed, he was the son of a veteran sailor and dreamed of going out at sea with
him. One day his father gave in, taking the boy along on a routine shipping route. The trip
started out fine, with clear skies and calm waters... but halfway out things went horribly
wrong. A freak storm came out of nowhere, as if it sprung from the depths of the ocean itself.
Swirling waters pulled the ship in as a massive draconic figure emerged from the sea. The
ship had been ambushed by a Dragon Eel, and in its wake nothing was left but splintered
wood and the boy, dazed and half-dead. Despite his state he remembers what happened quite
clearly. He floated, clutching to driftwood for what seemed like forever until he noticed a
reptilian shadow dipping in and out of the water, pulling wispy figures from its depths.
For a moment it turned to him, and started to move closer. It reached out a clawed hand to
him... and then stopped. It stared him right in the eyes, seeming almost frustrated, like
something was keeping it from just reaching out and taking him. Then, as quickly as it had
appeared, it was gone. Not soon afterwards the boy lost consciousness, and washed up on the
beach of his hometown. There would be no sign of his father. He was very upset by this loss,
and he and his mother moved inland for a time to live with her own family, who were farmers.


Ever since that day, he has been plagued by a recurring dream, replaying the events of that
day over and over. Each time though, something about the scene would change. He would appear
a little bit older, the Eel seemed to slowly be shifting to something else, the shadow
would take a different form... he never saw it as a nightmare. He saw it as an endless source
of frustration. Clearly someone was trying to tell him something, but what? Everything
seemed to be trying to drive him back to the sea. One morning, he woke up to find a raven
feather resting outside his window. That was all he could take. He was so tired of these
forces just toying with him. He just wanted whatever was wanted from him over with. So he
left the farm and went back to his home, taking up the mantle of his father and carving out
a name in his own right. And yet the dreams continued, as did the frustration. In recent
years he's become somewhat bitter, aware that he's gaining on years and still his supposed
destiny has eluded him...