He lived amongst mortals for the first century of his life, learning to be both scholar and warrior. But in her wisdom, she made him not quite immortal. She named him Tyrale – Champion of the Sun.
To make this being, she took the metal from a fallen star that had landed in the primordial fire at the world’s creation and then breathed life into it and, like her other creations, he is one of the original Aasimar. A being of such incredible abilities and loyalty that all free people would be protected for many centuries. The legends say that Sarenrae, when she saw just how vile the Lords of Evil could be, decided to create a supreme champion. …though, if they have those horrifying little four-legged things that eat metal, I’m going to have to come up with a plan B.” Demons? Bah, I hope they’re involved! So much sweeter the victory. So I will find the source of this new horror, and I will destroy it. She has charged me to defend the mortals no matter what… even if it brings about the death of her most favored champion. My Divine Mistress Serenrae has revealed this to me. Fortunately, there are enough victories to keep their influence in check… until now. They get more devious, more destructive, but they must be fought. I’ve fought them on every battlefield that there is, from the fields to the cities, to the Abyss itself. The lies, the trickery, the loaded contracts, the possessions, the bloody messes they make among mortals… they really need to be destroyed with extreme prejudice.
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