No. The Warrior of Light I know is a male Miqo'te. A Seeker of the Sun I believe. [ He taps his cheek. ] They have the markings on their face, yes? [ Why are so many of you cat people anyway? ] The Exarch brought him to the First in order to avert the next calamity. Curse his meddling...
[ But most of all, curse his own foolish pride and sentiment which brought about his downfall and the end to their carefully crafted plan. He should have turned his back and left them there on that mountain. They would have succumbed to the Light eventually. Why could he have not just let things be...
(He knows why.)
Clicking his tongue, he sweeps his arms out in the universal gesture for 'to hell with this shite'. ]
You would like to know how I failed? I invited him to the ruins of Amaurot deep beneath the seas of Kholusia on the First shard, intending to give him a place where he could complete his transformation into the greatest, most terrible Light Warden of Norvrandt with dignity. I showed him the Final Days of our city - to him and the meddlesome Scions who had followed him there, bade him demonstrate his strength to me one last time against the horrors which had torn our star apart. He triumphed somehow, though it strained his already fracturing soul. Yet when it seemed as though he would finally succumb to the Light, he mustered the strength to stand and challenge me there, as the sky rained fire upon the dying remnants of our world.
[ Hissing through his teeth, his arms drop to his sides. ] The cursed Exarch, who should have been too injured to stand let alone crawl to where we were, then summoned heroes from across the remaining worlds to aid his cause. We fought - one of the Scions attempted to trap my soul with a piece of auracite when he judged me weakened. Hah! As if one could contain me. I shattered it of course, but in that time the Warrior had readied a blade of Light using all that they had absorbed from their victories across the shard.
[ His fists clench. He looks away with a scowl. ]
Well, faced with that much Light, even a creature of Darkness such as myself could not withstand it. And thus yet another Ascian is vanquished. Now only our Emissary remains, along with however many fragments of our followers yet survive. When he is gone, Hydaelyn's triumph will be complete - and we will be nothing more than villains consigned to the pages of history.
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Why are so many of you cat people anyway?] The Exarch brought him to the First in order to avert the next calamity. Curse his meddling...[ But most of all, curse his own foolish pride and sentiment which brought about his downfall and the end to their carefully crafted plan. He should have turned his back and left them there on that mountain. They would have succumbed to the Light eventually. Why could he have not just let things be...
(He knows why.)
Clicking his tongue, he sweeps his arms out in the universal gesture for 'to hell with this shite'. ]
You would like to know how I failed? I invited him to the ruins of Amaurot deep beneath the seas of Kholusia on the First shard, intending to give him a place where he could complete his transformation into the greatest, most terrible Light Warden of Norvrandt with dignity. I showed him the Final Days of our city - to him and the meddlesome Scions who had followed him there, bade him demonstrate his strength to me one last time against the horrors which had torn our star apart. He triumphed somehow, though it strained his already fracturing soul. Yet when it seemed as though he would finally succumb to the Light, he mustered the strength to stand and challenge me there, as the sky rained fire upon the dying remnants of our world.
[ Hissing through his teeth, his arms drop to his sides. ] The cursed Exarch, who should have been too injured to stand let alone crawl to where we were, then summoned heroes from across the remaining worlds to aid his cause. We fought - one of the Scions attempted to trap my soul with a piece of auracite when he judged me weakened. Hah! As if one could contain me. I shattered it of course, but in that time the Warrior had readied a blade of Light using all that they had absorbed from their victories across the shard.
[ His fists clench. He looks away with a scowl. ]
Well, faced with that much Light, even a creature of Darkness such as myself could not withstand it. And thus yet another Ascian is vanquished. Now only our Emissary remains, along with however many fragments of our followers yet survive. When he is gone, Hydaelyn's triumph will be complete - and we will be nothing more than villains consigned to the pages of history.