There was a time when Skull-Lock was not his name...
 

He was a humble druid, a seeker of balance and healing, sailing with his wife and child from Thais to Liberty Bay, dreaming of a new beginning in the tropics. But fate has its storms — and so does Tibia.

Somewhere beyond the Shattered Isles, a tempest unlike any other tore through the sea. The ship was shattered. His family lost to the depths.

Alone, broken, and betrayed by the very elements he once revered, he stood at the edge of the wreckage and cursed the gods aloud — defying them with every breath. Then, in silence, he stepped into the storm-torn sea and let the waves take him.

...But death never came.                                    

The gods heard his defiance.
And instead of letting him die, they dragged him back to the surface.
Not to the warmth of Liberty Bay... but to the shores of Rookgaard — nameless, powerless, and cursed.

Upon his chest, they burned a crimson skull — a divine mark of shame, visible to all. He was reborn at where everything began. A forgotten soul in a forgotten land.

...But Skull-Lock would not fade. 

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            This site is the chronicle of that soul’s return.