In life, Oor was the dragon Oolon of the White Blossom Dahn. His family grew teas in the harsh wasteland of Amol-Kalit, and were some of the finest procurers of the popular beverage throughout Arethil. White teas were their speciality, as well as a specific type of tea mixed with yeast and left to ferment. The vinegary, bubbly drink remains incredibly popular among dragons, even as the White Blossom Dahn passes into obscurity.

Oolon was incredibly proud of the industry forged by his family, but his greed was infamous. He wanted more than mere tea; he wanted to forge empires around economic influence. The White Blossom Dahn disagreed with their youngest son, happy to be finicky artisans instead of industrialists. Oolon seized the fields by force, and murdered his father and mother to become head of the Dahn.

The White Blossom Dahn extended their reach. Oolon made deals with families across Arethil to corner the market. His aggression towards other tea producers was legendary; Oolon was not above showing up and burning entire companies to the ground.

Oolon was spreading blood, fire and fear throughout Arethil. Mercenary companies bent to his will and began burning farms of regents who didn't listen to the ground. Children were captured and sold. Oolon's demands for tribute became louder and louder. His oldest sister Chailin had enough of her brother's influences. She poisoned him as he slept, and cast his body out onto the sands.

When the Silent Court arrived to collect the dragon's soul, they determined it well enough to be bound to another body. The soul was effectively pinned to the corpse of a human man, and became a wraith. Oolon became the newly-christened wraith Oor. Furious with his circumstances, he vowed to return to the glory he could feel in his bones. While he remembered nothing of his dahn or his death, he remembered being rich, powerful and feared. That day would come again.

Oor kidnapped a young human child, and began constructing a spell. This spell would contain all the memories of that particular child as it grew. It would record them, every practice session and sparring lesson, to become the ultimate assassin. This would not happen immediately, but as the human line was carefully bred. Oor dedicated thousands of years to breeding the perfect assassins, and gained quite a significant amount of gold from it. Notoriety rose as the list of kills grew longer, and enabled Oor to dip his fingers into slave trading, arena competition, and mercenary work.

However a young sand elf is trying to destroy all of this hard work...

"Honestly, he left me alone until a town needed a well poisoned or someone needed to die in their sleep. It left me plenty of time for more important work." - Nestor Volker, Master Poisoner

"I don't know why he chose this family. I just know I never wanted any part of it." - Lansom Volker, Student of the Tiger Claws

"A pious man, but not a righteous man. People conflate the two." - Atacama Volker, Bellicose of the Wild Hunt

"A fucking right bastard keeping us all chained in here like this. Wasn't a lifetime of service enough? Why am I bound to an internity of babysitting too?" - Jess aka Jason Volker, the Bombadier

"It's not right to breed people like dogs and just....sift out the ones who don't want to slit throats..." - Gere Volker, the Relentless

"You did what the man wanted or you were punished. How do you punish people who have nothing? Take away everything else. Sunlight, water, air. There's always something." - Ferenzi Volker, the White Cat