Crestor Hobbs



Crestor Hobbs: not one of the most famous but newly developed and relatively recently influential and created characters in Rathnir. recently becoming the founder of a new religion, in which fits a story and tragedy to boot. You may not find this character relevant to your story and time, but this humble brewer has a powerful influence, and tale to tell.

Crestor's story begins on the summer's day in some random year around his 14th birthday. he spent most of his childhood dwelling in where not many know how to or where to get to it, it's far beyond the realm and influence of Rathnir however, he lived in a humble village, with two sets of parents living humbly and peacefully within a tiny village of all places. this style of living could be described as the forms and types of villages that existed when villagers roamed free, and player-built cities and influences were in few in number. Crestor of course wasn't that old but perhaps it is fair to say wherever he is from getting or going back was not a possibility nor was it wanted or deemed plausible needed by him anymore. ￼

Continuing from age 14 his childhood was relatively blissful, but that all ended when a group of raiders sought to torment the peaceful village. Crestor could do nothing but watch in horror as his home, and his neighbors, everything was set aflame by these unwanted invaders, these "barbarians" as they were called. his friends, his neighbors, his close nit community, and worst of all, his parents possibly the only love and affection he ever had in this world... get cut down and bleed out right in front of him.

The poor Mr. Hobbs. could do nothing but wander, surviving everything these untamed lands as far as mobs, and monsters go. and then he found it, a way into the world of Rathnir. he stumbled upon one of the first cities, and though it was a confusing and somewhat mild startling meeting, the first-person Crestor ran into who recruited him into the Sirradran Autokratoria. ''' Slid Atlantis. ''' and pretty soon many friends to come. He was still empty though, alone and in pain, he decided mistakenly the best place for him was Kumaur, there in the horrifying city full of phantoms, toxic fumes, curses, and all-around bad luck. the poor hobs began a "transformation" of some sorts. he was not really ok. ￼

His whole life has been filled with nothing but sadness and the strange fog of the town of Kumaur due to the filtration system he implemented on his gas mask, only began to change him, he became as pale as the dead with blackened out dulled blue eyes. and kept mumbling off things like he heard voices and strange events beneath the earth. many people didn't believe him, said it was nothing more than a stupid set of illusions,

Many people began pleading with him to see a doctor, but the problem was there were none who existed in Kumaur, it was a ghost town, Crestor chose it so he could live out his pain in peace and solitude. but the pain turned into a feeling of depression, anger, and unfulfillment. he wanted justice for his parents' death, but it wouldn't ever be within reach of him now. he wanted peace or happiness, but no one ever wanted to give him any.

So poor Crestor did the one thing that brought him success he felt, he mined. mined for hours to try and find diamonds, gold, and precious things he could sell at market. Crestor dug deeper into the bowels of Kumurs dark and unforgiving earth. and that's where one mishap happened, the voices were guiding him but not to diamonds, he dug deeper then he should have, far into the deep slate. and then it was there he discovered the  Deep slate caverns,  his mental state changed then from that of a delusional person, to that of possibly what people would presume to be near crazy or possessed.

Crestor heard things or beings telling him to build within the Caverns, and from there he constructed the deep dark abyss of  Kunaur Rot,  the first ever what would be known as the ''' Dark Wraith Fortress. ''' it became too scarily and painstakingly obvious then that Crestor had stumbled upon a new source of darkness for Rathnir. his madness and constructions under promises of immortality and removal of all pain and suffering from his poor mortal life. was all it took to make Crestor do anything these voices told him to. placing absolute blinded trust and in the most obedient way. to the forces behind the next phase of his now "undying" life.

Poor Crestor had listened to the voices that when the altar was constructed. there was little to no trouble in the forces behind it. Ancient and deep cursed spirits banished by the gods into the Deep slate with their "Dark entity" overlords watching over them. Crestor was tricked and poisoned into becoming in what these souls' thought was the key to enact their justice on the world, and at the same time begin something that would change the face and possibly the fate of Rathnir Forever. Crestor was consumed by the dark green mist and individuals that swarmed him. and in his place where he fell. a new individual the  Wraith king  had risen up, possessing his Body. a dark ancient spirit that the gods themselves angrily thought they had destroyed. had returned with a power unlike that of which anyone had ever seen. The dead would rise. and the poor mortals of this world would be enthralled into the sadness and shadows. with promises of true light and true immortality. be bonded as such as vassals to the wraiths.

Crestor was for the shortest amount of time alone. but he still had to lead his religion under safer terms, so instead of squatting and claiming land for himself. he made the religion acceptable and apart of his nation. Many people were horrified and not pleased to see the new race of "Wraiths" arrive in Rathnir. it was around this time that things began to change. the bond wasn't all that toxic for Crestor. he was fighting an inner demon alright. but Crestor had never felt better. the wraith thrived off of his negativity, thrived off of his mood and suppressed it from all thought, or at least even went as far as making it near acceptable and even enjoyable by Crestor. to these dark beings that now possessed him and all wraiths. to feel pain, suffering, to put up with death and sorrow is a natural thing of life that must be embraced and used to empower everyone.

But then fate interdicted, he wouldn't stay within Kumaur forever, His wraith leader desired to spread beyond the darken halls of  Kumaur  where there was not a single soul to spread to. and he left Kunaur Rot, and Kumaur, on accounts of he both met and made new friends, in applying to server as a powerful entity within the nation military. he also gained an "interest" of some sorts which wouldn't really work out for him in the end. but none the less he still loved to move to there.

The wraith though being an entirely separate entity still that just lived within and shared Crestor's body. just did everything it could to try and turn him away from it. but it was to no avail. Crestor could suppress the wraith whenever he wanted to. and the wraith had no choice but to put up with it. as long as Crestor was considered somewhat alive still. the wraith couldn't take full control. though it still had a way to manipulate his thoughts. and in some cases, the closer he got to any Wraith alters and dark sources. the more likely it would be that poor Hobbs. would forever just be a puppet of the wraith's influences.

The wraiths did deliver on their promise of immortality though, in Crestor's life it almost appears that he never ages. he never gets hurt by normal means either. the Wraith had made him immune to all ordinary blades. and even if the wraith were to fall in battle, it would only find itself reanimating at a nearby altar. ready to return and bring forth vengeance on whoever banished it from life temporarily.

as a final note though Crestor continued to develop into a pilgrim, moving straight into from the city of Kumaur, into the bustling town of ''' Voitshenheiger. ''' his brighter and happier emotions would take hold. though the wraith still controlled him and constructed a new Temple on a hill overlooking the city. Hobbs Truly had mastered the art of control. he found a passion in running the tavern and the craft of Brewing alcohol and potions. he felt like he had finally found a purpose. but his struggles with the wraith go on. the Wraith keeps trying to sow doubt that people care about him, that people just want what's best for him. it makes him doubt that anyone could ever possibly love the monster. and many people have begun to say that the no one could possibly fall in love with the "undead." and that the undead were incapable of loving in return. he was near beginning to believe that the wraith was right. He had hope things would be different. but time would only tell. for his story of immortality. And influence on the world of Rathnir, was just beginning.

It was also a few days later near Sild's Very own wedding. that Crestor would sadly have the wraith over power him. as one new soul. named ''' Santeri. ''' a new and first ever female wraith. transformed from that of a Demon. had been transformed. her husband was inflicted with a void spirit, named the ''' "Void queen." ''' it was around this time learning how to join forces. and the Wraith king in its dark and sinister ways but incredibly terrifying and awesome power. could transform to protect Hobbs at will. The void queen fought valiantly. being severed first from the husband's body in which she possessed and attempted to make him murder his own wife. but then the void queen only tried to inhabit and kill Santeri. but the power of the Wraith king was far too great for any ordinary spirit. in a fury of shadow and eerie green light, the hands of the previous victims of the void queen. rose through the floorboards of the tavern, ripped the Void queen from Santeri's body. and dragged her deep into the heart of a Deep slate stone. where now the void queen remains imprisoned. for all time. till the Wraith king can use her spirit, to possess another soul and entrap her as a wraith he can control.

''' Santeri. ''' and her husband was finally free from the blood infliction of that cursed spirit. but Santeri's curiousness. would soon best her. her soul was dragged by darkness and plagued by the feverish dreams of the power of the wraiths. against Crestor's warnings. she went seeking for the wraiths power, without the knowledge of her husband. and once finding the temple. Poor Santeri was no longer in the eyes and reach of a caring protector. but that of a horrifying Ghastly being. with red eyes. for it was at the temple the wraith had all control. and Hobbs could do nothing but watch as a new soul. was corrupted by the same infliction that took him.

thus, the first ever female wraith, was born into existence. and the Wraith race began its conquest. of both vessels, and religious territory. Crestor realized he was fighting a war and had to be careful about those he had influence over. He didn't want anything happening to Slid, Scarlett. or anyone he cared about. but the wraith was ever watchful. plaguing and harassing his poor mind. making him regret. and feel unloved. the less happy Crestor felt. the more the wraith grew ever stronger within him. ￼

so far. as of late, this is all of Crestor Hobbs life. carefully mixing drinks in the tavern. trying to find happiness in someone. all the while managing an ever-increasing dark religious influence, that seeps ever deeper from the ancient caverns and Deep Slate of Rathnir.

(For details on the religion he follows check out: Rathnian Wraithism | Stoneworks MC Wiki | Fandom)