Akaraat’s mother, starving in the Bormannic Sewers and hiding from urban hunters, ate what she could. One of the things she ate was a dark, verdant pebble; she consumed Vorastone.
Days after consumption, his mother died, and her litter of twelve along with her. He was the only one to survive, but Akaraat was alone and dazed; the weight of his consciousness was overbearing.
After days of wandering the Sewers, drinking urine and eating the waste around, Akaraat encountered his first urban hunter. He stood on his legs, as they did, and they were baffled. As they approached, Akaraat’s instincts kicked in and he ran away. Only days after being born Akaraat was the size of an adult Skritter, roughly the size of a human infant.
After some weeks, Akaraat, now the size of a toddler, ran into a unit of seven. At first, due to his size, the unit feared Akaraat. Slowly they realized Akaraat was only a child, and the unit grew to accept him. Father taught him how to hunt the minor critters of the Sewers, whereas Mother taught him how to hide their trail. As for Akaraat’s siblings, they taught him how to play and give chase, as well as lose it.
After a month of scavenging, Akaraat was now almost fully grown and learning from the hunters. He learned to run and sprint on his hind legs, allowing him to reach into higher areas. This enabled Akaraat and his unit to not just eat all of their food, but hide it well above, out of view of other Skritters. In turn, this led to his siblings growing healthier, more so than their parents.
Alas, Akaraat was only a Skritter. After another month, the unit was ambushed by hunters. They knew the Skritters had been hiding their food on the higher parts of the Sewers and placed a trap on one of the stashes. When Akaraat went to grab from the deposit, the trap clamped and crushed his hand. He screeched in agony, forcing his unit into a frenzy. The hunters darted around the corner and prepared to get an easy meal. The sheer size of Akaraat stopped them in their tracks, but before they could flee they were pounced on by Akaraat’s unit. Despite the pain, Akaraat followed suit and attacked the hunters.
For the first time, the hunters became the hunted. They ran through the Sewers, sloshing around in waste and tripping every other step, as the agile Skritter unit nipped at their heels. Akaraat used his strength to throw his siblings at the hunters, and after only a few more moments of chasing, the unit was victorious.
Akaraat’s unit didn’t waste a minute to feast, but Akaraat himself had to tend to his wound. He scavenged what the hunters had on them, finding some weapons, silver and bandages. He patched himself up, binding his still bleeding and trapped hand, and prepared to feast on human flesh. Before he could begin, another unit of Skritters appeared. His guardians hissed and went into a defensive stance, but Akaraat looked at how many goods he had to spare and calmed them. He allowed the other unit to feast with them, and Akaraat’s unit of seven grew into thirteen.
After more months, and the death of his foster parents, Akaraat was infamous among the surface world. Highborn revered him as fiction, a tale to keep lowborn children out of the Sewers, but the reports of dozens of missing or wrangled urban hunters spoke differently.
As time passed, so did Akaraat’s unit and his intelligence. Spying on hunters as they traversed the Sewers, Akaraat picked up on their language, and would call to them, luring them into his own forms of traps.
Now, Akaraat commands the Sewers and all of the Skritters there; through mutation the first Skaar of Distasia was born, and through the power of Vorastone, the Bormannic Sewers now have a Rat King.