The Black Sun of the Ebony League (event)
Character: Nicanoneus 'the Black Sun'
Life is war.
From the moment I was born, war is all I have known. From infighting across the colonies as the Fog swept over the lands in my childhood, to fierce fighting with the Sjalvolki hordes after, nothing besides war. A first battle at 11, a first kill not long after, and a blood soaked path from my homelands in the far east to the warmer weathers of the coast. Bodies the whole way. My life has been war, and it has brought me here. A final stand.
The Marchers and the Sjalvolki have left me scarred, have left my people scattered, but for the final battle they gather. My men for their part declare me the worldly representation of the Purest, for despite my lack of Magical ability, the First Men themselves heralded me from my cradle to my command post. The Purest himself crowned me with shaking hands. I am the Black Sun. The Aautokratir of the north, and if I am to die, then they shall know my name before I do.
For Aversaria!