Somewhere over the rough ocean waves, across the burned and blackened landscape of Atrata. Through the peachy pink and orange forests of the hinterlands. At the foot of the Farcaster peaks sits a small farmstead on a spring evening.
Inside the farmstead a human farmer by the name of Morgan is putting his children Sindy and Aaron to bed.
“Papa,” asks Aaron, “why do some people have golden eyes?”
Morgan settles into his chair with a knowing smile. “Let me tell you about Faben the Worthy and the gift that saved the world.”
Nearly 2000 years ago, when Orcus ruled and the sky burned red, there lived a halfling boy named Faben, born with eyes the colour of molten gold.
The survivors feared those strange eyes and cast him out. But Faben’s eyes weren’t cursed devil eyes - they were a gift. Where others saw only darkness, Faben could see the invisible tracks demons left behind. Every demon step burned like an ember in his vision, showing where they’d walked and where they would strike next.
Faben crafted a bow and learned to weave magic into his arrows. His golden eyes became his greatest weapon. He could see the paths demons would take before they took them, aiming not where they were, but where they’d be.
His enchanted arrows curved through the air, following glowing trails only he could see, striking demons around corners and through darkness. Faben never missed.
One day, young Arrako the Pure found himself in a valley surrounded and outnumbered by shadow demons. Suddenly arrows fell from the sky - striking the demons before they even moved. Within moments, Arrako stood alone among fallen shadows.
A small halfling emerged, golden eyes gleaming. With that, the first two members of the four banded together.
From that day they were inseparable. When The Four came together, each brought their strength: Cynric the Brave’s fire, Xaverine the Light’s cunning, Arrako’s courage. But Faben brought sight.
In the final battle at Orcus’s stronghold, Faben’s golden eyes led The Four through the demon hordes, seeing paths of evil no one else could see. When Xaverine cast her spell to banish Orcus, Faben stood beside his friends one last time.
Morgan tucked his children in. “They say Faben’s gift didn’t die with him. His golden eyes were passed down through generations, scattered across the world”
He kissed their foreheads. “If you ever meet someone with eyes like molten gold, remember: they might carry Faben’s sight. They might see paths the rest of us cannot.”