The Wanderer

When The Wanderer first made her way through the world, she felt a great loneliness. Across the vast stretches of realms there was something missing. She who had walked the Nine Hells without fear, who danced among the stones of the Underdark and drank deep of the Astral Plane. She was alone and without knowledge of being otherwise. The Wanderer sought to put an end to this.

She traveled back to the beginning, hoping to find a clue to end her solitude. She sat in the churning Astral Sea until it carried her away, so at peace was her mind. It came first as a whisper, then a howl; the answer came in the form of a squalling child. Blacker than the hearts of those who ushered him into the world, his young cries called out to her and she answered. From the Astral Planes she was taken to the heart of a little known Drow city, where the child that had called out to her lay on an alter awaiting his fate. Rage crept into her heart and she lashed out without thought or reason, leaving the dark priestesses of Lolth unconscious. Carefully she lifted the child and held him close to her heart. And as his deep blue eyes searched her own, The Wanderer knew she had found the answer to her loneliness. She left the city the same way she came, first through the Astral Plane then into the mortal realm. She cradled the babe in her arms and wrapped him in her magic.

Soon she would have to find a way to feed him but for now;

"I think I'll call you Kantur."