Azrakarbὐ’s father was a cruel, abusive Corsair who took to wife a woman of the Haradrim for the sole purpose of bearing him an heir. This the woman did, but died soon after, withering under the wrath of Bậrdolgu’s hatred.

Azrakarbὐ was then left with no one to defend him, at the age of twenty and seven months. From this age onward, his life was a dark hell. Often he was locked in a dark, stone pit for days at a time, not allowed to see the light or hear the sound of a human voice. Then the door would open, with a flash of blinding light and more intense pain he would never know than in those moments.

Azrakarbὐ came to hate his father, at first with the violent, blinding rage of a teenager. slowly this rage melted into a bitter wrath, and then, as he grew into manhood, his heart turned to a calculating hatred. It was then that Azrakarbὐ planned, plotted, and trained himself more intensely in the art of swordsmanship. At last, he rose up and slew his father. He went out from his father’s home, taking all that was valuable (and there was much) in it, and burning the Corsair ship that his father had sailed for over fifty years.

Azrakarbὐ went on to sail on Corsair ships, moving from ship to ship and working long and hard for the wealth of other men. All the while he saved what he had taken from his father, and what he could take from those he worked for. He was smooth of tongue and manipulated many a captain, blinding them to the fact that he was stealing much of their goods while their backs were turned.

At last, at age twenty and three, Azrakarbὐ bought a ship of his own. It was a ship that was rumoured to have been sailed by Castamir the Usurper himself, and Azrakarbὐ had had his eye on it ever since he was a child. Now he took the ship, which he renamed the Nadrothagan, or “Wake of Death.”

From the age of twenty and three to the age of twenty and seven, Azrakarbὐ reigned on the seas. His name quickly went out as the most vicious and deadly of Corsairs. He was known for being merciless. To see his banner, the globe, with a sword plunged through its center, being constricted by a serpent, was to know death was coming.

Azrakarbὐ enjoyed thoroughly this prestige, hated as he became. Often he would go among the common peoples, the sailors on the docks, dressed to hide his identity, simply to listen to the tales they told of him. Often, he added to these tales…