Role

Chapter 2

Things have not gone at all as planned for Inglor. An incarnation of light and wrath
trapped in a mediocres paladin's body, he has discovered has an unfortunate tendency
to fall when the laws of the Universe should demand he sweeps the field. This has,
however not deterred him, rather the opposite. Inglor sees it as his duty to be the
one who will rush in where it needs doing, the one to brandish the banner when the spirit's
his fellow magistrates have sunk. He has worked out, with much pain, that he isn't actually
very good at doing this, but doesn't intend to let that deter him. A son of the Arelenar
will always try. Furthermore, he has more fear of disliking himself for not trying, then
he does of failing in battle. Subsequently, he also has no further desire for increased
rank or position in the Spire. The idea of a young magistrate mimicing him, believing
it would bring promotion, is enough to make him ill.