I don't actually know what to call this. It's sort of a background thing for the readers... if I had any.
Issac Rackem. The most feared pirate in the seven seas for the past eighty years. All sailors, no matter how brave, fear him. The creatures of the deep hide in their lairs when the fish whisper of his approach. Even the mighty krakens, the rulers of the sea, fear him.
He was not always a treasure hungry pirate. He was born in one of the many fishing villages that dot the coasts of the Callisto Islands. As so many of the children who live that close to water magics do, he developed powers enough for him to be a water magi. So he was carted off to The Keep; where he spent his days surrounded by knowledge and companionship.
But not all knowledge is good, and not all companions are trustworthy. As he grew older, he was lured, like so many others, into the 'welcoming' hands of the Dark Brotherhood. There, he was content for a while, and he gained many valubale allies... but soon, he began to grow frustrated. The Dark Brotherhood could do so much more then they did! They had the power and knowledge with wich they could control the entire world. They could summon horrors from the world beyond and cow weaklings into submission. They could enslave the very gods themselves! No... they were content to run the black markets that abounded in each city, and to kill the cowardly and corrupt politicains that were as common as rats.
Aboust seven months after he came to this realization, he lashed out at the leader of The Brotherhood, a man named Hod, hoping to seise control from him. He failed, but not before mortally wounding Hod. Because of this, he was expelled from the Brotherhood. The removal of the seal nearly killed him, and only the dark magics he had learned saved him from death. With the last of his strength he summoned Lady Death herself and formed a pact with her. The only beings who know the terms are Death and Issac. There are, of course, guesses. One is that he cannot kill a single living being. He cannot hunt for his food, or pluck a flower, or even squash an ant. If he does so, then all the years Death has kept from him will come back all at once, and he will crumble to dust. One might wonder why Death would not want to expand her kingdome, but the plans and schemes of the gods are beyong mortal comprehension.
The next time he appeared in history was his first major ship robbery: The Halcyon Raptor.
He had robbed a few minor sailing vessels, but The Halcyon Raptor was a rich sailing vessel that was almost constantly ferrying supplies and treasure between the Callisto Islands and the northern harbors. Furs, dragon scale armor, Crystalwing jewelry, gold, mhyr, star anise, saffron, cardamon, salt, other exotic spices, Tenera Dog eggs, the list went on and on. If you could think of something rare or even semi-rare, The Halcyon Raptor had transported it. At the time it was attacked, The Halcyon Raptor was returning from a trip to the Callisto Islands. It was loaded down with gold, and spices for the Synarian nobles, as well as tea and a mysterious crate the sailors refused to speak about. Night had fallen, and most of the sailors were abed.
At this time, Rackem was currently sailing in a small ship of unknown name or origin. He had been plotting to commandeer The Halcyon Raptor for several weeks, even going as far as to send one of his crew members aboard to map it out. His plan was perfect: They would drift towards The Halcyon Raptor with no lights on; looking for all the world like an abandoned ship. Once close enough, a selected sailor would signal fo help, looking half dead. Once several sailors had come aboard Rackem's ship, the other sailors would sneak aboard and slit the sailor's throats. Rackem himself would not kill, but his men certainly would.
There are no records that tell of how the attack went. One can only assume it was sucsseful as Rackem came into posession of The Halcyon Raptor. Said ship's powder monkeys, cabin boys and one sailor were found drifting in a lifeboat, all nearly dead. Many of the young boys wouldn't speak, but one did. However, all he said was "The crate is open... the emerald eyes... they're coming to get me!" before collapsing. The sailor spoke only of Rackem's plan, and added "He wanted me... to spread the word. No ship is safe from him." The news spread quickly once the rescue ship docked. Shortly after, the sailor and the young boys all died. However, when the mortitian came to prepair their bodies, they had mysterisoly dissapeared. The only thing that could be found were two sets of paw prints that seemed to belong to a cat...
After that incident, Rackem's name spread like wildfire. He was charged with everything from sinking ships to famine! People began to fear the open ocean, and sea trade slowed to a trickle. However, his attacks on ships became less frequent and less harmful- sometimes he would leave with all the gold he could carry, or even nothing at all. One can presume he sensed that his quarry would soon dry up and slowed his attacks.
It was around this time that the myths and legends surrounding him first sprang up. Whether Rackem himself started them, or his victims did, nobody knows.
One of the most prevalint tales is of his crew. All of his crew members are rumored to be dead. They all have greying skin, and take his orders without question, no matter how ludicris or dangerous. Their eyes have no pupil and the irises are a dull grey. They seem to stare constantly because they never blink. One of Rackem's victims say he saw the notorious pirate decapitate one of his own crew in rage... and there was no blood. The head came off cleanly; no gore.
A few add that there do seem to be a few crew memebrs with life. They mention a young woman with black hair and glowing green eyes. Those who've seen her swear she will point to a man and say something along the lines of 'You're mine.' The man dies shortly afterward, and his body vanishes.
Another lively crew member there's talk of is a tall and lanky young man. His hair is white, but with odd streaks of brown and orange. Any female who's seen him, when asked what he looks like, often giggles and blushes. Many claim he is very handsome, and incredably charming... nearly as handsome and charming as Rackem.
There is the beginning of the second most prevalint tale. According to many women (and stories), Rackem is a very charming gentlemen. He makes sure to never scare any woman on board, often forcing the captain of the captured vessel to give his bed to the lady. He never makes any advances on them, and, as some of them put it, 'He makes me feel like a princess.' Those women often say he is also devistatingly handsome; so handsome he makes the glitter and gleam of gems and gold seem dull and ugly in comaprison. Or so the young woman say.
That finally leaves tales of his treasures. The many stories vary. Some say his treasure lies at the bottom of the sea; guarded by creatures unheard of by the common man. Others say he sacrifices it to Lady Death in order to keep his youth. Aother story is that he has stored his treasure in many different locations; each guarded jealosly by a dragon or drake under the influnece of his dark magic. However, the most commonly held beleif is that is all stored together; a treasure room hidden deep in the exotic and impassable jungles of Raza, or in a hidden underwater cave of the coast of Roan.
The contents of said treasure are highly debated. Some say gold and jewels, others say he has a treasure trove of rare magical eggs. A few other beleifs include a harem of beautfiul women (and men) from all around the world, a passage into the realm of the gods, or an armory of magical armor and weapons with enough power to control the entire world.
But there is one thing that all the stories agree upon, no matter what his other treasure might be. The most precious artifact in his trove: a gem of unsurpased beauty and power. The Song of the Siren. This gem is said to be the deadly song from the sirens made soild. The same song that luers unsuspecting sailors to their death. Indeed, the glow of the gem has the same seductive property, drawing men near before they are torn apart by the gaurdiens of the jewel. It is said that any woman who has possesion of the gem will surpass even the god's themselves in beauty. Such a gem would fetch millions upon millions of gold. There are always treasure hunters after it, though they know not the location of the gem. Many give up, and a few dissapear without a trace- killed through the natural danger of being a treasure hunter perhaps... or did they find the gem and were killed before they could retreve it?
Questions... if you have them, ask them.