The Warmaster
The Warmaster was the chief commander of the Empyrean's war machine - in charge of forging, tempering and honing the countless warriors that make up the Empyrean's sword. It is a position earned and held through merit alone - and the Warmaster has held it longer than any.
No one, apart from the Empyrean herself, remembered the true identity of this fearsome figure. What's known is that he came to the Red Academy as a child slave, where he soon learned that there is nothing in this world that the strong cannot take from you. Methodically, with exacting effort, he stripped away all his vulnerabilities in search of deadly perfection. In time, he slew the Red Academy's previous governor and seized power. The Empyrean, recognizing his excellence, showered the beast with praise and glory - the deadly cat upon her lap.
The Warmaster enshrined strength itself as the greatest virtue, and the only real defense against a savage world. To him it's only fitting that the weak perish in the Academy's arenas, where at least their deaths can teach others to be strong.
The Warmaster spoke with menacing confidence. He is undefeated in battle, believes he never will be, and freely speaks brutal truth without fear of reprisal. In combat, he will showboat and parade about whenever successful in his martial displays - a gladiator in his true element.
"To seek peace is to seek death. To grow, one must fight. War is progress."
Alignment
Lawful Evil
Species
Date of Birth
17 Jomiorae 967 AWD
Life
967 AWD
1001 AWD
34 years old
Circumstances of Death
Slain by the Heroes of Greenwold
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Yellow
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Orange with Black Stripes
Height
6' 6"
Weight
175 lbs
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