The Story of Raeb-Dom:

    2,500 years before the SleekPanther story, a leading member of the rebellion in Ethosium drank the Elixir of Life. He had planned to steal it and share it with the other members of the rebellion, but before he could escape with his prize, his friends were ambushed. He could've fought alongside them, but instead he ran. He knew that their battle was doomed, even with their Shadow's Bane weapons. There were just too many opponents, and they had recently created that...that thing, a monstrosity beyond imagining. And so Raeb-Dom hid, throwing his Shadow's Bane weapon, the Tidal Termoil, into the sea. There was nothing he could do, he told himself. If he had stayed to help his friends, he would've died. And so he watched as his home along with everything he had ever loved was decimated by the monster that they had created. He cursed them all. It was not his fault, it was theirs! There was nothing he could have done! He cursed his friends, the rebellion, the kings, his family, everyone. How dare they blame him? 

    As years passed into centuries, his thoughts spiralled in on themselves, sending Raeb-Dom into madness. In this state, he sought revenge against those who had destroyed his world. He assassinated as many leaders as he could find, believing that he may in some small way avenge his fallen comrades. He had no fear of getting caught, since the Elixir of Life had granted him immortality. In fact, he had indeed been hanged for his crimes on two separate occasions. During his travels, he aquired two swords by the names of Massung and Kassidial. 

    On one quest for revenge, Raeb-Dom killed the captain of the SleekPanther Crew, a man named David. When he returned years later, he found another leader in his place, a man by the name of Felix. Raeb-Dom murdered both, believing that it was the right thing to do. 

    A few more years passed. Raeb-Dom had found a place on the coast to hide as he planned his next target. It was there that the new captain of the SleekPanther came hunting for him, a boy named James. Raeb-Dom welcomed the chance for one more target before he left to fulfill his purpose in other regions. That was until he saw the weapon that the boy wielded: a sword that he had once known as a friend, the Tidal Termoil. Seeing this snapped something in Raeb-Dom, sending him into a fury. While James was a skilled fighter, Raeb-Dom's several millenia of experience gave him the upper hand.

    As he prepared to finish the battle though, his thoughts finally alligned. In a moment of clarity, he looked back on the life he had lived and regretted it all. He wished that he had indeed fought with his friends, dying for a valient cause rather than living as a monster. In his last moments, knowing that his insanity would soon rule him again, he took Tidal Termoil from James and fell on it. His last words were to James, the boy whose life he know realized that he had ruined, apoligizing for his actions and warning him to never fall down the same traps that he had.