Dloop

Arrival
Many find have found their way to the land of Rathnir through both normal and familiar terms and many have also come through methods deemed unorthodox or taboo. For Dloop his methods can be considered a little bit of both.

From the inky void between worlds lie great vast spaces that house horrors beyond the comprehension of both conventional gods and mortals alike. These eldritch beings have no limit and no folly and thus when discovered become in the eyes of some gods themselves. When the innumerable eyes of those beings are turned to a direct point in space cataclysm strikes. The fate of the world of Luxan is a bleak one but took a turn for the worst when a group of elven clerics performed a ritual to contact these odd and evil beings. In the chaos of the fall Dloop a native of Luxan a simple tradesman, was swallowed whole and only knew the inky black. After an infinum of time simple yet nummerable words were spoken out of the void to him, Direction and purpose. He was spit out upon the sand of a foreign land. When he emerged he was imbued with eldritch essence, the boon of his masters and their command was simple, live.

For several days he walked through the desert he would later find out to belong to the towns of Magna Polum and Yamindor. Passing the walls of Norvos and eventually stopping in Port Leon, the most populous and active town on the continent of Sørligste at the time. He was swiftly given citizenship with the day and was provided a place to live. He quickly made good friends with the citizens of the town and grew in notability quickly.

Cataclysim
Dloop worked hard to make himself useful in Port Leon and provided help to his peers building, gathering and making, but this time of peace was short lived. When the Leverosian coup of the kingdom of Severos occurred he stood and watched the incompetence of the regime that claimed his home town of Port Leon as there capital. The people were out in the streets, angry at their new oppressive and deceptive leaders. Eventually it boiled over and violence struck the streets of Port Leon. The blood of the innocent flowed through the street that day and the cries for democracy were heard. Over the next two days Dloop toured the continent looking for those who would join him in a democratic union of the continent  of Sørligste. He found no one and saw nothing but dead towns and desolate landscape. He had also learned of the continent's rich past. The deep lore of land riddled with failed democracy and dead empires struck him as beautiful and rich. It was then and there that he named himself Loremaster of Sørligste, fully realizing one of  his purposes granted to him, he must collect knowledge. When returning to Port Leon empty handed he drafted his version of a democratic government to rule all of Sørligste. Proud of his work he sent the draft to the mayor of Port Leon, a now good friend of his that shared his views of the new government. Soon after he had received secret summons to a group planning a revolt against the Leverosi government. Together he and several others had allied with the neighboring democratic nation of Ato to overthrow the Imperialists and form the Grand Sørligste Federation, a union between Severos and Ato.

The Short Reign of Freedom and the Aftermath
During the chaos of the counter revolution and transfers of power the mayor of Port Leon had simply vanished. After several witnesses had come forward it had been determined that the former mayor was swallowed up by a rip in the fabric of the world and had gone missing. Dloop was deeply distrubed by the news but would not sit idly. Knowing what the people needed and what the town wanted, he ran for senator of his region, and won, providing representation for his people to the higher government. He would later go on to be the first to introduce a bill and address to the head of the government and the other senators warning them of looming dangers and mistakes not to be made. Around this time Port Leon lacked a mayor and the people demanded a replacement for the time being. After searching the former mayor's personal notes he was surprised to find he was listed as the successor of the mayor in his will.

Now faced with great responsibility Dloop worked hard to provide for his people, listening to the demands and lending a helping hand. He had put forth a census to see what the people of Port Leon wanted most. To his horror the once populous town was nearly abandoned. Once with a stunning total population of one-hundred and ten, Port Leon now sat at a total of thirteen active members. Over the next few weeks this number would dwindle to about nine or ten and maybe less.

Sitting in his home in Port Leon he slowly saw the very things he warned the government of the GSF about start to kill his nation. He knew he was ignored and simply chose to fight on. When the threat of the imperialist Leveros returned to the continent it was met with war and a threat of destruction brought on by the GSFs intervention in the Uldarash civil wa r, an issue he had foreseen. Nevertheless he prepared for war. Fortunately war never came. The head of the GSF, Shark, had seen the writing on the wall and stepped down as head of state and merged the failing government with the neighboring country of Frostmarch. Dloop stood still and held his office in Port Leon, and is now a Thane. Unfortunately though he holds onto the city that Leveros wants the most and endures still to this day targeted bandit attacks on his town further driving away citizens. Recently leverosi agents walk the street bullying and intimidating the Port Leon citizens with little to no repercussions. Dloop has had enough and his patience is wearing thin. He has started seeking ways to fulfill his second calling, that of the sword.