Vhalor Lightbringer

I was born beneath a silver comet, and the temple elders called it an omen — a sign that the gods had marked me. My mother died during childbirth, whispering only that I did not belong to this world. The priests of the Radiant Hand took me in, raising me in holy discipline and doctrine. From my earliest memories, I’ve known the weight of divine purpose.

In the temple, I studied scripture, medicine, and martial rites. Healing was not just a calling; it was a sacred duty — and a weapon against darkness. I learned to see omens in every shift of the wind, every crack in stone, every cry in the night. The gods are never silent. Their signs are everywhere for those who have the wisdom to see them and the will to act.

When the temple was destroyed by heretics and idol-worshippers, I saw not tragedy but revelation. The gods were sending me into the world — not to convert, but to correct. I bring light to those who dwell in shadow, and healing to those who walk the true path. But to the corrupt, the misguided, the blasphemous… I bring fire and steel.

I do not waver. I do not tolerate falsehood. My faith is my weapon and my shield. I will not rest until the world is cleansed of spiritual rot, and the will of the divine shines clear once more.