The fighting erupted around Revenmar when he boldly declared his intentions to the Beholder. As the guildhall began to crash down around him, he saw with great joy, the God's go to work upon the aberration of flesh. During this time of heated combat, Revenmar paid little head to the ongoing conversations surrounding him as the Gods began to realize what was happening to the guildhall. The tall black Paladin was keenly aware of only the battle, and nothing else. 

His white, fluffy cape billowed in winds created by the attacks of those superior to him. Soon enough, and before he could even get close to the Beholder, it began to arch its tentacles in a firing position, its giant eye turning red with raw power. Then it slowed, by some unseen magic, the monster began to move at an abysmally slow pace. Only then was the doom of the creature sealed, Lady Deathknight Kallahar launched herself at the Beholder and dealt the killing blow. It was a spectacular display for one such as Revenmar to bare witness too. The Gods, his Gods, they were beautiful creatures indeed, and he was blessed to be among them.

With the Beholder dead, his small goal to protect his lords and ladies was complete but the danger would never truly go away. As debris began to fall on him, Revenmar realized that it was in his best interests to leave the guildhall and follow his God's, which ever they might do with him, he was ready. Confident that those inside would not be crippled by mere stone and wood, Revenmar took his leave from the hall. Taking nothing and not looking back, it wasn't really his home anyways.  

Revenmar readied himself before erupting from a wall, his shield taking the brunt of the rubble. He landed, skidding a ways before coming to a stop. He looked back at the guildhall, watching it crumble away. It was shoddy workmanship to say the least, but a now ruined relic of YGGDRASIL. His Shield of Divinity went on his back once more and he sheathed Dominion Aspect, his sword before looking around for his Gods.   Revenmar found them at the front of the collapsing Guildhall, the very place he was tasked with guarding earlier but on the inside. Without really knowing what else to do, the large Paladin sank to his knees and took off his helmet, placing it in front of himself. His face was nothing out of the ordinary, just what the creator had envisioned him to look like. Brown hair in a default hairstyle, with green eyes and a large beefy neck. His jawline was chiseled and he had a little stubble growing. 

Revenmar however, bowed his head in reverence, waiting to be addressed or commanded.