[skeletalWarrior]

“Hey mom, hey dad?”

Even at a young age Stavros felt himself driven towards greatness. Despite his childhood within the drains of Osrona he had a loving mother and father who spurred him to do what he wanted. Whether it be snatching candy from older kids, cutting purses, or even picking fights with people one too many brackets over him he had their support. This, of course, can be a double-edged sword… Dependent on your outlook on things of course.

Soon the Razuka rose from the sewers’ depths with a group of like-minded kids behind him. No longer were they controlled by the nobility, forced to reside within the filthy underbelly, and now they could finally play. Their first steps towards greatness all started with a small shop within the slums.

Years passed and Stavros grew exponentially with the Mischief. Mastering alchemy, learning to create Sylavanum, and even managing to rip a hole within the world were all steps made with desire and sheer will alone. Were it not for the Pandemonium Chase and Myllenoris’ march upon Osrona the dance may have ended there.

Yet there’s always a second verse, isn’t there? Taking up the Task’s name he soon follows his family towards Achyon. Nowadays he resides as a priceless asset to the Docros, after all who else makes Sylavanum better than a Razuka?

The Riftmancer’s dance still continues even now, but this time there’s far more fervor to it as he leads his immediate kin towards the next grand party. Beyond the task of creating a new Kingpin for Esshar’s underbelly and destroying Asena, Revan's kin are still out there and they need to be taken down a peg. Who else better than the Ratling Godfather himself?

“Do you think I can be like Yersin too?”

[If you wish to set up a scene, join the Task family, or some contact we had before the TS contact me at skeletalWarrior#2628.]