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Tillhör en templarorder med falanger med säten i tre områden
- Absalom
- Druma
- Andoran
Om Grimm skulle bli en Gud
Edicts cleanse that which is corrupt, lie in order to save lives, craft protective gear Anathema allow innocents to suffer through inaction, lose yourself in substances, engage in bigoted behavior Areas of Concern guarding the innocent, and give salvation and hope to those who have none
From the halls of Starstone bright, Bear witness to a stubborn light, Not held by birth nor noble name, But borrowed light he never claimed.
Upon a goddess' final flight, He drew her breath… and held her tight. A dromaar born ‘neath omen skies, Now moonlight shine was buried in his eyes,
♪ Fiends beware, his light you’ll share, A shield, a spark, a whispered prayer, He guards the lost, the torn, the frail— And mercy tips the righteous scale. ♪
He walked with steel but raised a shield, Refused the easy blood-soaked field, For where men struck to earn their name, He left the field —and took the shame.
To Absalom, in fading thrill, A hollow chase no wine could fill, Until She reached him through the night— And forged his oath to shield the light.
“Let none be crushed beneath my gaze, Let none be left without a place, I’ll craft, I’ll guard, I’ll bear the pain— And even lie, when truth can only slay.”
♪ Fiends beware, his faith you'll meet, Delivered in an empty street, You will be met by holy steel And all your kin... be brought to heel. ♪
He will not trade the weak for war, Nor close his eyes as others fall, No hate nor scorn shall stain his creed, Nor drowning deep in vice or mead.
For though the cup still calls his name, That wretched lure he overcame. Though somewhere, still, a laughing god Keeps pouring drinks, and finds it odd.
He walked where Absalom had been, Through broken glass and buried sin, No song remained, no banner flew— Just ash… and all he could not do.
His home's destruction had proved true: That shields alone will never do, That after the most bitter end— There must be some who stay behind to mend.
♪ Fiends beware, his light you’ll share, A shield, a spark, a craftsman’s care, He walks where others would not dare— So pray for mercy... if he’s there. ♪
Three prisms burn within his vow— The dawn, the dream, the artist’s brow, Yet vengeance hums beneath his breath… A quiet promise sworn to death.
“Oh take me last,” the champion said, “When fate demands the final thread, If I must fall that she may rise— Then let her wake beneath my skies.”
The Starstone stirred. The silence broke. No tyrant crowned, no thunder spoke. But gentle hands, both firm and fair… A god who chose protection and repair.
♪ Fiends beware, your end is nigh, Ye born in hell, prepare to die. He brings a will that will not yield— A god who still ... prefers the shield. ♪