Godtear – Champions Assemble part 1

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This is one for the Lore Junkies, I’m going to summarise what we know about the Champions backgrounds so far starting with the four from the original Kickstarter pledge.
Galana, The Crystalmancer

Race: Gnome

Class: Shaper

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Few mortals can claim to know the gnomish race with any truth, for this diminutive people are selective and cautious by nature, trusting only their own. In the forgotten corners of the world they make their home, far beyond the expanse of the Cradle.
Only but one of their number wanders abroad. Her decision borne from a strange wanderlust previously unknown to others of her kind.
Galana has become a familiar sight atop the highest peaks since entering the Cradle. Her hands tightly pressed to her staff as she communes with the storm-borne spirits. Through the these Spirits words she has at last divined the purpose of her restless soul. Now tempered by a newfound quest to unite the awaiting Godtear by the hand of the Crystalmancer.

Mournblade, The Soulless

Race: Undead – Skeleton

Class: Guardian

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A defeated Champion during a past age, Mournblade should have been destroyed as the Godtear was wrenched from his fallen body. Yet even as his flesh was consumed his bitter soul was unwilling to admit defeat, and in the darkness his disembodied spirit remained, feeding from the carrion energies of the dead. His armies and body broken, the shade could only howl in frustration watching his triumphant adversaries claim ever more titanic victories, knowing ascension to be slipping well beyond his grasp.

Coldly calculating, Mournblade fled deep beneath the earth, biding his time until the death of the Ascended and the renewed rain of the Godtear. At the dawn of this new age he has emerged once more, reborn as the Ashen One, hungry to begin again his relentless pursuit of power…

Sneeki Peet,The Malined

Race: Goblin

Class: Slayer

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Since the dawn of the Eleventh Age a shard of the Ascended Death has lain at the heart of the Bitter Swamp, lost amongst waters turned murky and foul. The wretched goblins of these miserable depths once worshipped the Godtear as a primitive totem, those exposed to the corruption driven mad and named prophets by their misguided brethren.
Yet this ended with the creature known as Sneeki Peet, his lust to possess the stone overwhelming all other desires in his primitive mind. Stealing his way amongst the assembled prophets, he seized the shard and consumed it whole, their terror at his actions quickly turned to awe witnessing his awakening. Now chieftain amongst the tribes, he wanders the land with his kin in search of yet more Godtear, his unholy appetite only now truly awakened…
Titus, The Dishonoured

Race: Human (probably)

Class: Maelstrom

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Once proud general of the VI Legion, Titus and his warriors are banished in disgrace, left to roam only as exiles and no longer admitted within the borders of the Sanguine Princes. Their only crime was fellowship and respect in the face of recklessness; yet Titus’ decision to honour the lives of his men still earned him death in the gladiatorial arena, surrounded by the baying crowds.

But Titus would not fall that fateful day. Every opponent sent was bloodied and felled. Terrifying and monstrous creatures were unleashed, but still, none overcame him. As the sun fell from the skies Titus remained resolute, the name of his legion cheered by a thousand voices. For his crimes, he still was made an outcast. But his name is that of a hero, spoken in hushed whispers – and one day it is hoped among the people he shall return to claim not only his own redemption but also that of his disbanded legion.

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