Riptide
Riptide is known as the Deep Tyrant, and is the current ruler of a large underwater empire he har conquered by force and with supreme magical might in the past twenty years. He wields the ancient magic not seen since the First War, and many aquan peoples have bent their knee to him, seeing him as a prophet of the Deepcold and the will of their enigmatic god made manifest. None doubt that Riptide has greater ambitions, and it is clear that he wants to upset the delicate balance between elemental powers for his own gain, but none know for sure how far he is willing to go to achieve his goals.
If they know, they would be much more afraid, for in Riptide burns the primordial power of the deep, ready to consume all.
If they know, they would be much more afraid, for in Riptide burns the primordial power of the deep, ready to consume all.
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Personal history
He spent most of his life away from Akshus, building his legend as a pirate, raider and champion-for-hire in the entire world. He raided ark-cities of Qi, hunted red dragons and flooded dragonborn brood-dens in the Ixen valley, pillaged the Crownlands of the Aswyn empire and fought as a mercenary in the Young King's War. After a near-century of fighting, Riptide finally returned to Akshus, ready to retire after having made his legend known across the world.
And his retirement plan was to carve out his own kingdom in Akshus, which he did. He took the Ye'or delta quickly and violently, remaking the rivers queen Marble had dried up. He moved further up the river, stopping for a short while in his father's library before claiming large undersea caverns further upstream. He began building a grand palace and city in his own glory, founding the city that would one day become Ælmesleóht, the capital of Akshus. All his warriors and brothers-in-arms made their home here with him. Many of the other genasi rulers of Akshus challenged him, but he broke everyone who dared.
As Riptide grew older, he comited himself more and more to the study of the natural world. It was then, with dismay, that he realized precisely how large the world was. He had spent late nights studying the cycle of the sun, and he had calculated the time it spent travelling around the circumference of the world. The world was far larger than he had ever thought, than anyone had even bothered investigating. He had travelled for nearly a century and fought on five continents, and yet he had at most only seen a fifth of the world. Riptide wept then, for he had desired for his name to be known around the world and he had fallen horribly short of that goal. He vowed then to carve his name into the very fabric of reality, that all should remember him for all eternity. This was made even worse by the fact that his legacy, his stories, were already becoming outdated as new heroes took his place.
He took to studying then, using his prodigious intellect and fierce determination to find out how he might attain his goals. He disappeared from his Companions for weeks at a time. Rumors travelled through Akshus, among lowborn slaves as well as godkings, that Riptide had gone insane. After years of travelling, he gathered his Companions in his throneroom. He had let his hair grow long and wild, and barnacles had grown up the side of his face. His black eyes shone with the dark light of knowledge, and in his low voice was the promise of immortality.
He told his Companions that he had a plan for how he would be remembered for all eternity, and how they all could become immortal. He told them that they had to trust in his plan. His Companions, those who had stood by his side for many years and had loved him the most, agreed to aiding him. First they travelled through a teleportation circle to a grand library at the edge of the Everstorm, whose wizardly protectors they slaughtered to a man before stealing a few select tomes that Riptide desired and commiting the rest to fire. Then they travelled to the azer of the azermountains, and made a deal. Riptide and his Companions would perform five great labors for them, and in return they would craft Riptide a rod that blazed with the fury of a volcano's heart.
When the labors were done, Riptide and his companions prepared to travel south, preparing to go to a land of perpetual ice that Riptide had read of in old tomes. Through the labors, Riptide had been silent regarding their precise goal. Perhaps he was looking for a font of magic, perhaps he was trying to find a god to fight. No matter what, his companions were loyal to him and had faith in his goals. After a heartfelt goodbye to the rest of his warband, Riptide took his most veteran warriors and Companions and began the long journey south.
The journey took years to complete, but finally Riptide was near his goal. He had grown more and more silent, retreating further and further into his books. His eyes began to grow with a dull blue light, and wherever he went the air grew colder. One morning, his eyes gazed out over mountains of ice and glaciers that ran deep into the ocean. To the very bottom, he knew. And his mouth split in a cold smile, his first true smile in years. He was so very close to his destination. He called for his companions and prepared to go ashore.
And his retirement plan was to carve out his own kingdom in Akshus, which he did. He took the Ye'or delta quickly and violently, remaking the rivers queen Marble had dried up. He moved further up the river, stopping for a short while in his father's library before claiming large undersea caverns further upstream. He began building a grand palace and city in his own glory, founding the city that would one day become Ælmesleóht, the capital of Akshus. All his warriors and brothers-in-arms made their home here with him. Many of the other genasi rulers of Akshus challenged him, but he broke everyone who dared.
As Riptide grew older, he comited himself more and more to the study of the natural world. It was then, with dismay, that he realized precisely how large the world was. He had spent late nights studying the cycle of the sun, and he had calculated the time it spent travelling around the circumference of the world. The world was far larger than he had ever thought, than anyone had even bothered investigating. He had travelled for nearly a century and fought on five continents, and yet he had at most only seen a fifth of the world. Riptide wept then, for he had desired for his name to be known around the world and he had fallen horribly short of that goal. He vowed then to carve his name into the very fabric of reality, that all should remember him for all eternity. This was made even worse by the fact that his legacy, his stories, were already becoming outdated as new heroes took his place.
He took to studying then, using his prodigious intellect and fierce determination to find out how he might attain his goals. He disappeared from his Companions for weeks at a time. Rumors travelled through Akshus, among lowborn slaves as well as godkings, that Riptide had gone insane. After years of travelling, he gathered his Companions in his throneroom. He had let his hair grow long and wild, and barnacles had grown up the side of his face. His black eyes shone with the dark light of knowledge, and in his low voice was the promise of immortality.
He told his Companions that he had a plan for how he would be remembered for all eternity, and how they all could become immortal. He told them that they had to trust in his plan. His Companions, those who had stood by his side for many years and had loved him the most, agreed to aiding him. First they travelled through a teleportation circle to a grand library at the edge of the Everstorm, whose wizardly protectors they slaughtered to a man before stealing a few select tomes that Riptide desired and commiting the rest to fire. Then they travelled to the azer of the azermountains, and made a deal. Riptide and his Companions would perform five great labors for them, and in return they would craft Riptide a rod that blazed with the fury of a volcano's heart.
When the labors were done, Riptide and his companions prepared to travel south, preparing to go to a land of perpetual ice that Riptide had read of in old tomes. Through the labors, Riptide had been silent regarding their precise goal. Perhaps he was looking for a font of magic, perhaps he was trying to find a god to fight. No matter what, his companions were loyal to him and had faith in his goals. After a heartfelt goodbye to the rest of his warband, Riptide took his most veteran warriors and Companions and began the long journey south.
The journey took years to complete, but finally Riptide was near his goal. He had grown more and more silent, retreating further and further into his books. His eyes began to grow with a dull blue light, and wherever he went the air grew colder. One morning, his eyes gazed out over mountains of ice and glaciers that ran deep into the ocean. To the very bottom, he knew. And his mouth split in a cold smile, his first true smile in years. He was so very close to his destination. He called for his companions and prepared to go ashore.
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