Hold the Line!
Lucius of Vigil
“Some of the evil of my tale may have been inherent in our circumstances. For days we lived with one another in that ominous fortress, under the indifferent heaven. By day the hot sun fermented us; and we were dizzied by the beating wind. At night we were stained by dew, and shamed into pettiness by the innumerable silences of stars. We were a self-centred army without parade or gesture, devoted to merely surviving to another sunrise, a purpose so ravenous that it devoured all our strength, a hope so transcendent that our earlier ambitions faded in its glare.”
— from the journal of Lucius of Vigil, recovered from the ruins of Greywarden Keep
During his youth in Vigil (the capital of Lastwall), Lucius became noted for his talent and ability to master nearly any talent. He quickly gained sponsors among the elites of the city and he gravitated towards the art of war, most notably swordsmanship. He displayed perhaps sadistic tendencies early on, killing individuals he claimed were beggars and brigands that had attacked him first. He proved to be a poor teacher, often scarring his pupils or cutting off an eye or finger in an “accident”.
Having few friends and many enemies, Lucius chose to be inducted into the Knights of Ozem, rising to the rank of Captain of the 13th Company. His skill with a blade quickly became legendary among the Knights. Other members of the order considered Lucius to be proud, foolhardy and sometimes a little childish.
Lucius continued to hone and better his combat skills, and he began clandestinely to worship Gorum, the god of battle. The Knights of Ozem, followers of the goddess Iomedae, discovered Lucius’s secret and, horrified, ejected him from their order.
After his dismissal from the Knights, Lucius set out alone in search for a worthy challenge. During his wanderings he met a traveler from the far eastern lands of Tian Xia, wielding a strange blade. The swordsman welcomed Lucius’s challenge. Sure of his own victory, Lucius asked the stranger if he was eager to die, to which the stranger replied that he had already experienced death once. In the unfolding duel, the stranger was always a step ahead of Lucius, taunting his natural ability as being inferior to his own learned skill. When it seemed that Lucius might actually lose the fight, the stranger ceased fighting and calmly lowered his gaze, thereby allowing Lucius a beheading strike. In a moment the stranger’s body had vanished, leaving only his razor-sharp weapon, a sword of unknown manufacture and provenance. Lucius took up this weapon and wields it to this day.
Lucius was in the vicinity when he heard of the orc incursion toward Greywarden. It seemed to be the challenge of a lifetime, and he was unable to resist the lure of glory.