Fate was handed back to him during one fateful underwater storm. A great battle of the sea occurred over the Dreadtide Reef. A man of light and balance and a being of dark void met in a clash, where the fate of the Tide-Realm was put into jeopardy. A rift was scarred into the crust of the reef as a result of this “black tide” seeping into the realm-waters. The Dreadtide Reef cracked open…letting out it’s first breath since the God Era.

Karibdus’ unassuming crewmate, Pilferus “Snitch,” had been showing strange signs of an uncanny awareness of this shift in the tides. It was he who lead Karibdus and his crew to what appeared to be an underwater tomb…with no body. Never before seen vibrant examples of coral life littered it’s grounds, as though an unseen mourner came to visit the place often and left gifts of melancholic sentiment.

If Karibdus has possessed the ability to read the old runes on the site…he would have found his own name etched into the weathered stone pillars.

Karibdus has wandered the fathoms of The Dreadtide Reef for eons. The twisting and endless maze of petrified coral has acted as a prison for him and his fellow Tideborne. He has been there so long, the only thing he carries is his name, and a deep desire to answer the call of his soul’s torment.

During fleeting moments of lucid and dreamlike trances, Karibdus catches glimpes of his past through memory pools within the Reef. They disappear before giving any true answers to who he is and why he is forced to remain in this pit of silence. As though destined to have his purpose and origin held out for him to grasp, before being snatched just out of reach over and over again.

As if responding to his presence, the tomb split open to reveal a glowing blue blade of divine influence. Something about this weapon called to Karibdus’ soul like a forgotten piece of himself. it was here he resolved to use this tool to put the world back into perfect order, with the Tideborne at it’s head. And yet…as his clawed hands reached out for the piece of his past, it was revoked with a warning from some unseen presence.

“You were meant to guide. A light where no others could be found. To be a protector. To be more than even your maker. Is this who you want to be?”

With that, the blade cracked and disappeared, leaving Karibdus and his crew alone in the dark once more. It was out of rage that the forgotten prince of the sea tore the tomb asunder and unearthed a new weapon forged of his own grief and desire to dominate.

The Dreadtide Reef began to shift and transform…into the beast of which Karibdus would drive to the center of the Tide-Realm.

The Maw of the Abyss will be opened, and all…will be drowned.

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