Veithael

Veithael was born in the empire to a scholarly family. His father was a scholar of folklore, and a devout follower of the Divine Light, who every evening would regale Veithael with forgotten stories of humans and gods. His enthusiasm also inspired Veithael, who as a child wished innumerable times to become a bard, able to gallop alongside the glorious gods through song, exploring magnificent deeds. Unfortunately, the first Hypogean War broke out soon after Veithael reached adulthood. Hypogeans started appearing everywhere, bringing calamity to humans. Veithael's village was embroiled in the flames of war and his father, mentally and physically exhausted, succumbed to a sudden illness. To protect his home, and repel the Hypogeans, the young, yet hot-blooded Veithael decided to enlist. "Dura and the other gods lead us in opposition, and the Divine Light shall grant us victory!" Thus did Veithael console his mother; until the god of war fell, and despair and the haze of defeat rapidly engulfed the soldiers of the empire. Frequent battles plunged the empire's forces into chaos, but the novice Veithael would not allow himself become disheartened. He still looked after himself meticulously, as he had at home, and as had the gods of whom his father had spoken. The handsome Veithael, with his lustrous blond hair and confident demeanor, cut so dazzling a figure in the barracks that he made those soldiers who had lost their will to fight look weak and incompetent. [...]