Gripus Probus
Hero of the East, Bane of Morven
Location: Campus Magnus
Gripus smiled beneath his cowl, motioning his head towards an Elven beauty he barely remembered; yet there it was, clear as day, for in his mind she stood to the background of death and destruction. Her name did not escape him, indeed, he had studied the Order's histories relentlessly as part of a vain quest to gain their support for his expedition to Iron Coast. He knew of her tale, of what happened after the Fall of Magnor Dragonblade. Those fools, with all their Holiness, were not above petty rivalries and divisive politics; their hosts of Paladins and Priests locked in pointless struggles with whatever peoples had the misfortune of earning the title of "Heathens". They had the power to make a real difference in the world, yet they squandered it, preferring to throw away their best champions whilst indulging themselves in the blood of thousands.
"It has been too long, Liliana," he said, the yellow lights of his eyes pulsing. He would not insult nor belittle her, with a title he believed she had neither deserved nor earned. The Order had lost themselves one of their best, that day. "I'm here for the same reason as you," his brow furrowed and his mouth twisted slightly, "he has returned. Magnor Dragonblade has arisen from a multitude of errors. I am here to correct the mistake of an Age. To finish what should have been finished the first time around."
He shivered then; his senses tingling. Campus Magnus had become rich with magical energy, saturated even - there were people of power in the camp, and their presence was agitating him. Oddly enough though, Liliana's aura seemed pale and almost unreadable. He did not remember her for such fragility. It seemed the Order had stripped her of more than just a rank.
"They should never have cast you out," he said, remorse striking his features. "The Order have become as foolish as the Imperial Magi, as the Emperor himself. The world is a worse place, for such idiocy." Gripus shook his head, and cleared his expression for a sterner alternative. "I'm going to the tower, Liliana. By all the Gods, by the Empire and Beyond, I will fix this mess. I should have died alongside my fallen brothers, when we attacked the Necromancer with an army of hundreds... such a waste, and for what? So many mistakes were made that day, and now I aim to redeem myself of my sins for taking part in such folly." Then he waved a hand, as if dismissing an invisible acquaintance. "Forgive me, I may look young, but I am very much a rambling old fool for my part. You have come for similar reasons, have you not? A tale of guilt and redemption?"
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