Epigraph
I didn’t expect each vanguard to have a soul of its own—but they do. Perhaps it’s the choosing. Wards and masters aren’t assigned; they find each other. And over time, each vanguard has become a mirror of those choices, a reflection of itself.
Atherclad worships strength. Every blade, every breath, every heartbeat is bent toward battle prowess.
Fellsworn favors the mind—a place where strategy is sharper than steel.
Skyforge endures. Not the brute strength of muscle, but the quiet, stubborn kind.
The kind that stands up, again and again, no matter how many times it falls.
And Stormriven … Stormriven is loyal. Not to the Elder, not to the archons—but to each other. Fiercely. Entirely. It might be heresy to even suspect it, but I don’t think they’re loyal to the gods, either.