Fiddlestick's Creation Lore Idea

"I don't know John. What would you do?" said the man to his partner as a mysterious figure passed by them on the streets. The figure was slightly slouched and covered from head to toe in apparel to mask its identity. Traders and dockworkers had learned to not ask questions when walking the streets at night of Raften, a small island off the coast of Bilgewater used for cash-crop farming. The origin of Raften's name comes from where when it was discovered by baron pirates looking to make a base for their operations the crew said the island felt like a life raft saving them from being lost at sea. The captain of the ship overheard these crude remarks and would have lazy members of his crew thrown overboard telling them to "swim for the raft then". Eventually it became a phrase used to identify the island and was shortened to "Raften" over time. As the pirates moved on and started governing the area Raften became abandoned and needed a new purpose. The captain of the original crew had left the land to his children and it became a tradition to pass it down to the next generation. Now the land was owned by several families of high influence and had developed over time into a small town with large plantations. The town was always filled with criminals looking to make a quick buck or hide out from the law. Thankfully for them the plantations offered a place to stay, work, and due to the owners coming from a pirate's background little law enforcement other than the ragtag team of mercenaries hired to patrol the fields at night. It was all too common for a dispute between workers to escalate until 1 was found face down in the stream the next morning. So John decided to ignore his partner's remarks. The strange figure though had heard every word. Words that stirred vivid imagery in his mind. The figure began to feel an intense surge of emotion flare up inside and overwhelm him at the thoughts now repeating that day. The day of his birth. The day of his creation. Those lonesome years spent searching for a purpose, but this figure was lost. The black mist had given him life, but no purpose. He could not remember the days before his creation, but it felt like he had had a purpose before. And then it happened. The creature saw an animal sitting in the middle of the streets pecking away on the carcass of a recently deceased worker having lost the argument and been awarded the release one only finds in a permanent sleep. The creature stared its black beady eyes at the figure and tilted its head. For some reason unknown to the figure an intense flare up of emotions more violent than the previous one hit the figure from deep within. This intense hate was too much for the figure and he immediately dashed forward causing his headgear that was covering part of his face to fly back revealing an odd site. The figure appeared to be wearing a sack on his head with holes cut for a mouth and eyes. The two men were startled by this reaction and called to the figure asking if he was okay. Then they saw it. The burning green light of the figure's eyes and the deep empty smile creeping across the facelike sack as the figure began to twitch and laugh uncontrollably. "I REMEMBER MY PURPOSE" said the figure cackling wildly now and approaching the two men slowly - bird in hand absorbing the life essence of the crow and revealing the memories of the crow to Fiddlesticks. The two men already turning to run were unable to bear witness to the untold horror that the shadow isle had unleashed upon Raften. They continue to retell the experience in Bilgewater from time to time stating that they refuse to return to that cursed island for the mere thought of running into that horrifying creature is enough alone to put them in the grave. To this day the imports from Raften have mysteriously decreased and there have been large flocks of crows seen circling over the fields. The barons of Raften have decided to cut their loses and let the island go. With the stories about the creature having scared off workers there's no way to maintain the fields and run the town. The town has since fallen to ruins and the docks host a sign that states "BEWARE THE FIDDLESTICKS".