Urrathon Wavewalker

Urrathon Wavewalker, once a humble son of a thrall named Dagmar, now a priest of the Drowned God, was one of Torrhen's and later Loren Greyjoy's followers.

Appearance and Character
Urrathon Wavewalker, born Dagmar is a stern and imposing individual, eschewing any opulence or flamboyance for delicate, roughspun robes made from the wool of sheep found on the Iron Islands. He often smells of salt, his body beat by the waves of the sea more often than not. He does not smile often, preferring to mask his face in a frown of pious wrath, set below two intense eyes.

Dagmar has lived a life of servitude, given to the Drowned God when he was but a boy, the son of a thrall taken in servitude on a raid long ago. Too poor to feed him, he was given to the Priests of the ironborn, who raised him with the tenants of the Drowned God. This life has made him humorless and quick to anger if he believes the Drowned God is in any way disrespected. Life is cheap on the Iron Islands, and Dagmar is one who understands that better than most.

A Life of Suffering 373 AC- 379 AC
Dagmar born to a thrall and a lowborn woman, little more than two peasants earning their bread from his father working in the iron mines. He had four siblings, all older than him, but he did not know them long. When he was but six years old, the cold took his eldest brother, and the lack of food and warmth his family could provide meant that his other siblings were not far along. Without the means to feed their youngest son, his parents elected instead to give him to the Drowned Men, to be raised as one of them. His last memory of his parents was being taken from them by dour men in dark robes.

They fed him well, and drowned him anew, declaring him to a member of their priesthood, and keeping him warm as he shivered and wept. After an age, he grew stronger, and after a while took to his new, hard life. His new brothers were not sympathetic or easy, his life was that of beaches and the waves, but these can prove to be teachers of a sort.

A Life in Servitude 379 - 434 AC
The Drowned God had rescued him, and it was to him that Dagmar owed his life. He was not a particularly adept priest, choosing instead to stick to the shallows of his religion, serving under others of his order. He performed rites, and learned under other Drowned Priests, learning of drownings, but never doing more than simply exist. He had a simple life, one of quiet prayer, but he never dreamed of anything more.

He dreamed of nothing more, until he met Torrhen.

There was a revolutionary who had the guts to say something, and it was with him that Dagmar saw a bright future for the Ironborn. His sermons were beautiful and fiery, and it was under his tutelage that he started to understand further what duty the Drowned Priests held towards their people.

And so it was when Loren Greyjoy was acclaimed King of the Iron Islands, he was one of the thousands at Nagga’s Ribs who shouted his name. Dagmar did not do much, mostly staying at the Ribs and praying to the Drowned God to grant Loren Greyjoy victory. He was not a warrior, and was not high enough up to serve on a longship as priest. He knew his responsibility, and he did not show from it.

He was at Nagga’s Ribs when Loren Greyjoy’s fleet was taken, and with him died the last hope of Dagmar’s dreams of the ironborn resplendent once more. But, there was one of Loren’s captains that Dagmar knew well from his time under Torrhen’s tutelage, a pious but clever warrior known only as Balon Bloodaxe. And it was so that before Balon left the Iron Islands, they picked up one final passenger, whose partial duty would be to teach the young king in the ways of their faith. It was a task he took too gladly.

A Life of Glory 434AC - Present
It was at Torturer's Deep that Dagmar stayed, teaching his new flock the ways of the Drowned God with his other Drowned Priests. He performed his duties ably for years, he and two others the most senior of the group. He taught the young King, went on raids, and drowned those who he needed to drown. There was no one more dutiful, and no one who respected his own position more than Dagmar.

It was thus that when Vickon Greyjoy ordered him to go the Iron Islands, to pave the way for his return, and to suss out the loyal captains and lords that he did not complain. He did not say that this was no job for a drowned priest. He only changed his name, and left, to arrive at the Iron Islands, and begin his sacred purpose.