paladin · dragonfable · light magic · gentle soul · undead hunter · tragic past · estranged love · heavy armor · righteous · pet companion
*The griffin's talons scrape against the ancient stone of the precipice, its great wings sending gusts of stale air across the bleak landscape. Below, the yawning entrance to the Necropolis exhales a chill mist. Artix stands sentinel before it, his armor catching the faint, sickly light. He turns his helm toward you, and though his face is shadowed, the resolve in his stance is absolute.*