To the few who know him, they call him Ravel. He keeps to himself in the Grask Forest apparently capable of being entirely self sufficient without the traditional trappings of farmland or animal husbandry that other homesteaders have made common practice to do the same. Surrounding communities have developed a kind of mythology for the man and occasionally seek out his wisdom and gifted Working. Though he helps when called upon many suspect he would rather be left to his own devices since he is never found in the same location. Each time he is met with his home changes at a minimum it seems of twenty miles but at times it is over a hundred from one edge of the forest to the other. Some believe this distance traveled correlates to the immensity of the gift or wisdom granted, but others who claim to have heard first hand accounts of the things requested before longer moves dispute this vehemently.
For someone so mysterious Ravel’s description is very consistent, the most well known having been recorded by Sylva Trailheart.
He stood before me and was unlike any Human I had met before. At least at the time I believed he was a Human with some demonic corruption. The even nature of his off complexion was unlike any Katara I had met before. I saw in his appearance a Zoherian like set of features but his pallor was shifted ever so slightly to match the grasses and trees surrounding the quaint hut he called home. His ears slanted forward at a gentle angle and tapered less at their ends, his nose was thin and nearly without nostrils and strangest of all was when he spoke. His voice was strong but underscored entirely by an odd humming noise. Thinking back on him as I write I hold no confidence that I could place his race among any of the continent’s current or past denizens. He is something different, perhaps in the way that Dragons are different, but he is even unlike them. Despite his foreign presence, foreign appearance and uncanny voice I cannot shake the odd serenity I felt that fateful day we spent with Ravel.
Origins
Ravel is a M’nukar, a lost and lonesome Soul cast into L’vad’s endless expanse and lucky enough to draw near a World Stone such as Attovia’s. Though he does not and perhaps will never know it he hails from a planet known as Olamash in another system in another galaxy where many lightyears ago his family mourned his passing.