Role

Chapter 1

the tainted soul of the Vanquisher, cleansing the final breaths from its lungs.

With a final breath escaping from his lungs, the radiant orb revealed itself from
within his bag, levitating within the air, a bright blinding white light emitted
from within, and when the light cleared, the orb was gone.

Araevin looked around, the battle had been won, and the remaining Imperial blades
were in retreat, while a number of their bodies lay scattered before the Palace.
The handful of squires returned his gaze, some nodding approval, others a weak
smile, but all rejuvenated their victory, and accomplishment in retaining their
orb. Without a moment passing, he quickly attended to the wounds of the squires,
the blessing of his lady invigorating their body, mending their flesh.

Araevin closed your eyes and hum for an instant. A soft light enveloped the
as he pray for the purification of the souls of his companions, and invoking Hope
where it was lost, he brought his friends and himself to safety.