Lycos Locket

[RadioHead]

To hear the call.

To feel its embrace.

It is all I could ever ask for.

It's funny to think how far my life has come. From a young boy who was nothing more than an Orphan, he did his best to get some food on the table. To command an army in the years since I was a young man... But I have heard the call of my faith, the screaming victory that calls me to the spirit realms and beyond. Ever since Lira Moore I have known what I must do, to guide my people down a path that would bring us into the shining light of the Pantheon. I've witnessed Enarr and Gala, the death of Jokul, and the insanity that has taken over Mel. The corrupted truth is the Delphina people. I can speak this way because we are not without flaws.

Who am I to say this? I speak to the spirits, I have a lich from a time before even I who has guided my hand. Who has kept my course for my people- for if they were not around, those who deem themselves 'Servant' - I would have lost myself in the sea of sorrow. I would have taken up the black arts that we strive to fight against. Because the world has been cruel to us all and even now. We go against everyone, and everything, for it is our duty to maintain order. To maintain the balance of the world. These scales are never meant to go too far in either direction or the world itself would become undone. I wonder how different it would be now if I touched the corrupted arts, to give in, truly give in... I wonder who I would be.

Eivor, Hina, Arnet. Old friends. Ones I used to lean upon in my times of need have lost themselves to the corrupted Zealot ways. All of Aegis has, there are few within their ranks that I hold high but many are lost because people seemingly forget. The path in life is never straightforward, there is no right way to live there is no wrong way to live. You simply must. The world has gone against my people and for once in my life? I accept it. To not fault of my own. I have strived ever to be the hero among mankind and I stand before them now- to tell them there is no such thing as heroes. I wonder if they know that I still care for them. Do they see it? Or are they blind?

Heroes died ages ago. This is the age of strife. The age of the men and women pushed them to defend what they sought as their divine calling. I have fought those of the divine, the demigods that challenged humanity in the face of loss. Yet people forgot it was us who defended them that day, they seek only to see the vile touch to warp their story. To hunt those who take the path less traveled... disgust is all I feel.

Even I killed the last woman who ever loved me in cold blood for she had lost her way, I could not fix her, I could not defend her, I could not save her from what she had become. Without a second thought, I took her life and I don't regret it. I did what had to be done - I have more to live for. I have more to give back to this world than to fall on the blade of someone who loved me.

I know what my path is now. I have heard the call of Athelios, and I have felt the hand of Caius.

I am a Warden.  I am the Defender of Humanity, and I seek the spirits lost so that they may be found once more. I have found my way - I feel lost no more.

I will bring her back.

I will have my beloved at my side once more.

This is the Wardens Decree.