Waka is from a rare tribe of magical people known as Malphurs. They decorate their bodies with intricate tattoos and the bones of creatures they hunted in the swamps and forests as children. The greatest and most powerful Malphurs from each family have earned the right to wear the skull of their ancestor. This great honor further enhances their magical strength, imbuing the wearer with devastating abilities.

Waka was known throughout Praetoria as one of the greatest summoners the world had ever seen. Tens of thousands of people flocked to the arenas to see this battle mage compete and he never failed to entertain them. He became so adept at his art that he was able to stun the crowds into silence with his theatrics, drawing out battles longer than necessary, and even making it appear that he might lose, only for him to turn the tides and come back with a resounding victory. The people loved him for it, and he would often move amongst them when he was done, handing over his winnings to the poor and needy. And then, one summer’s day, he suddenly vanished, leaving it all behind. >There was much talk and speculation as to where he had gone and why, but always his name remained at the forefront of the people’s minds.

It was only many decades later, when the Chaos Legion had invaded, that Waka was seen again, coming down from the Feral Mountains in the Wild Northeast, by a small group of refugees fleeing the fighting. He was wearing a simple robe and walked with a tall staff. He beckoned the group to follow him back into the hills and led them to a hidden canyon. Walking through a narrow pass and onto a small plateau, the people beheld a great farmstead in the lush lands below. There were fields and terraced wetlands embedded within the slopes, all irrigated from the small river that ran through the canyon, and there were long huts, enough to house many villages worth of people. It was almost as though Waka knew the day would come that the people would need to be saved.

Overtime, the community grew, and Waka gathered any lost souls he could find, bringing them to the sanctuary of hope he had created. But deep down he knew it wasn’t enough and that one day he would have to take up his old mantle and face the threat of the Chaos Legion head on, before they destroyed his entire world.