Tytan, the herald of Survival, Arcana, and Martial Mastery. Legends speak of him in hushed tones, for he is not merely a celestial warrior but a figure of multifaceted intrigue.
Tytan's story intertwines with the forgotten annals of Dominion history, where he once stood as a luminary amidst the ranks of holy paladins. He was more than a mere combatant; he was a warrior poet, his verses etched into the annals of time alongside his deeds. Fiercely loyal, he stood unwavering beside his father, Pharados, known to mortals as the Silver Prince of the Silver Dominion.
However, the tides of fate turned against Tytan when the Dominion church, in its wisdom or folly, declared him and his kin heretics. It was a proclamation that echoed through the realms, casting shadows upon his honor. In the wake of this betrayal, Tytan chose exile over the chains of censure. He fled to the moon Drekk, a place of mystique and danger, where vibrant landscapes teemed with fey creatures.
For centuries now, Tytan has dwelled within the bosom of Drekk, its wild heart pulsing with untamed magic. Here, amidst the whispers of ancient trees and the shimmering hues of otherworldly flora, he found solace. No longer the celebrated warrior of Dominion courts, he became a custodian of the defenseless fey, their silent guardian. Yet, exile did not dim Tytan's radiance. His magical prowess remained undiminished, a force to be reckoned with. He weaves the elements of nature like threads of fate, a masterful symphony conducted with precision and care. Though he wields great power, he is mindful not to disturb the delicate balance of Drekk's realm, showing restraint where others might succumb to hubris.
In the depths of Drekk's untamed wilderness, Tytan roams as a skilled pathfinder, his footsteps a whispered echo against ancient stones. Battles against the denizens of this realm are not foreign to him, for he has embraced its challenges as his own. To lost mortal adventurers who stumble into his domain, he offers guidance and aid, a beacon of hope amidst the verdant chaos.
Despite his exile, Tytan remains a formidable figure within the Silver Dominion back on the mortal world of Midora, a spectral presence feared by those who would dare to harm him or his father. The title once bestowed upon him as a heretic now carries a weight of reverence and dread, for Tytan, now the Master of Drekk, has forged a legacy that transcends the boundaries of mortal perception. In the celestial dance of stars and moons, his name echoes still, a testament to the enduring spirit of a warrior-poet who chose exile over submission.