Eclipse Wraith

The Eclipse Wraith, The Ghost Ship of the Void Reavers
Long ago, when the galaxy was younger and the edges of the map were blurred with the unknown, there was a ship named the Eclipse Wraith. She was a magnificent vessel, the pride of the Void Reavers, unmatched in speed and cloaked in shadows. The Eclipse Wraith was said to be a harbinger of change, a ship that appeared only when the tides of fate were about to turn.
The captain of the Eclipse Wraith was a Reaver named Marok Vane, a man as mysterious and feared as the ship he commanded. Legend has it that Captain Vane sought the ultimate freedom—the freedom from death itself. Obsessed with the legends of a hidden realm within the Void, a place where time stood still and mortality could be escaped, Vane drove his crew on a relentless quest into the deepest darkness of space.
One fateful night, under a new moon, the Eclipse Wraith ventured beyond the known stars, slipping into the Void that edges our reality. They say the ship and her crew found the hidden realm, but at a cost too great to bear. The realm was a prison, not a sanctuary, a place of eternal stasis where nothing could die because nothing truly lived.
The Eclipse Wraith was cursed to sail the Void forever, caught between existence and oblivion. It is said that on nights when the barriers between the stars grow thin, the ghostly silhouette of the Eclipse Wraith can be seen sailing across the nebulae, a warning to those who would defy the natural order for personal gain.
To this day, Void Reavers speak of the Eclipse Wraith in hushed tones, using her tale as a caution against the greed that can consume even the heartiest of spacefarers. Parents tell their children the story to instill respect for the mysteries of the universe, reminding them that some realms are meant to remain unexplored.
The tale of the Eclipse Wraith endures, a spectral reminder woven into the fabric of Void Reaver lore, emblematic of their respect for the vast, unknowable cosmos. It serves as a somber note in the symphony of stories that float through the Agitare Nexus, a note that resonates with the eerie truth that some things, once sought, can never be unfound.