As scribed by the Eternal Watcher, the Ever-Watching Librarian
“When loyalty fails, and faith is fractured, purpose must be reforged in fire.” - Themberchaud, Greatwyrm of Gracklstugh
Before the Rebirth — before the unraveling of the known world — there walked a paladin whose path bent not toward righteousness, but survival. Feng, once a sworn blade of divine order, cast aside singular devotion in favor of many voices. Archfey, fiends, forgotten spirits — he heeded them all, forging pacts not out of ambition, but necessity. He endured, not by purity, but by persistence.
It was near the fabled Well of Souls that his fate was unmade and remade. There, his essence entwined with that of Talion, a ranger whose own path had nearly ended. Two lives, one vessel — fused in spirit and bound by will. Together, they strode forward into myth, walking beside those mortals who would rise as gods.
In the final hour, as chaos clawed at the roots of the realms, Feng gave all that remained of himself to ignite the Rebirth — the divine spark that remade existence after the fall of Unknown and his demonic scourge.
Now ascended, Feng dwells in the liminal — a god not of extremes, but of crossroads. He offers haven to the lost, the uncertain, the fractured souls who wander between destinies. Though cloaked in solitude, his blade remains ever within reach. Should the New Gods call upon him, Feng shall rise once more — forged anew, oath-bound again, and ever ready.