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= Sven =

Biography
Sven is the bastard son of a Vigil Knight, born from the flesh of a Pallid Meranth, raised in the Shadeshore Ruins. With his father executed for violating the Vigil Codex, and his mother ostracized by the Mer, Sven firmly believes that honor is not to be found in any society, but only in himself. After tending his mother through a lingering death, Sven swore vengeance against the Vigil Knights, recruiting himself into their ranks as a novice while never revealing his identity.

For thirteen years he studied in his father's school, mastering the rigid code that declared his existence an abomination. Then, on the day that should have been his In-Swearing, he seized the Outcast Blade, shattered the Sacred Helm, and burned the Codex in the Vigil's Holy Flame. He strode from Vigil Keep, forever solitary, following his private code to the last strict rune. Still a knight, yes...but a Rogue Knight. He answers only to himself.

Artifact
In this strange timeline, the story of Sven has reached the point where he has infiltrated the ranks of the Vigil Knights, but their destruction from within is a future that cannot be avoided, at least to the will of the Rogue Knight. To assure that this possibility comes to fruition, Sven must train among his enemies, rise above their ranks, and ultimately: destroy them from within.

Although he has not enacted his rogue code yet, he manifests a bit of the code in his actions by aligning against any kind of army like any true rogue to society would. He has declared war against the Radiant and the Dire, Venomancer and his expanding garden of s, the Bronze Legion, the reformed Red Mist Horde, and even the Vhoul rebellion.

Equipment
Sven's equipment mostly consists of the Vigil Knight's arsenal, possibly stolen from them as retribution or mockery. The most notable apparatus taken from the Knights is the Outcast Blade, which he stole on the day that should've been his In-Swearing. The Vigil Knights still seek to retrieve the Outcast Blade from Sven, who has now claimed it for himself. He also stole an iron gauntlet from his father's school and wears it now on his left hand.

There is also the shield-crest of the Vigil Knights, also worn on his left hand. The shield has extendable "wings" that likely increases its protective area. It is said to be so durable that it still appears to be in pristine condition even after being used in battles in a dozen wars.

Fitting for a brute of his size and from his training with the Vigil Knights, he prefers large two-handed blades with heavy tips and unorthodox shapes with some of them being very dangerous to the wielder and the target. Sven has collected a variety of swords in his lifetime (besides the ones that are stolen from the Vigil Knights) although it's possible that he only acquires them in a separate timeline. Only a few of them are notable enough to be listed below: None of these blades are as prized as the relic that he found in the debris of a sunken galley that once sailed under the Vigil Knights banner. The sword was worthy enough for Sven to replace the Outcast Blade with it.
 * A greatsword whose blade is made of Radiant Ore. While extremely sharp, not many blades made from this ore can survive their first use.
 * An obsidian sword said to contain the fragmented souls of tormented gods.
 * A two pronged sword that doubles as a tuning fork. When struck against another blade, it will produce a different sound that depends on the blade that it has struck. Skilled users like Sven can tell what kind of blade they are facing with this.
 * An unorthodox blade whose edges converge into a ring rather than a tip. The ring symbolizes unending courage.

As for his armor, most of them are taken from the Vigil Knights, including the uniforms of the Chiseled Guard, the Mono Militis sect, and the Flameguard sect. The serrated shafts that are crafted along the protrusions of Sven's helmet are said to improve the wearer's hearing.

Much like the sets of armor that the Vigil Knights once wore, even his armor can be used as a weapon. He once impaled an attacking ogre in the Feral Road using the spikes resting on his shoulder guard, and a specific left-handed gauntlet in his possession was carefully designed to intercept an enemy swordsman's attack on his shoulder or to catch a blade mid-swing.

Powers
Sven's abilities are a mixture of his knightly skills and godly power. All of these abilities synergize with each other to destroy multiple opponents at once, fitting for his theme as a one man army in a planet full of foes.

Sven unleashes his father's magical gauntlet, launching the on his foes. He prefers using his gauntlet on enemies that attempt to escape him. A prophecy from Nerif states that his gauntlet is the hammer of the gods, implying that Sven has some form of connection with divinity.

The Outcast Blade's can cut through multiple opponents at once with a combination of its massive length and the shockwaves that it emits when swung.

In battle, Sven may hearten his allies with a by reciting a few poetic lines from the burned Vigil Codex, fortifying his obedience to his rogue code. Lorewise, it's unknown if it provides any other buffs outside of gameplay mechanics. He also doesn't seem to recite any lines when using this ability, but he roars loudly instead.

is the same strength that Sven used to shatter the Sacred Helm on the day of his In-Swearing. Card art for this ability in Artifact shows that Sven and his sword will grow in mass and size when this ability is activated, while also turning his padded armor red.

Friendships and rivalries
Allies meeting Sven
 * vo_abaddon_abad_ally_11.mp3  Honors to you and to the rogue's code you follow.
 * vo_crystalmaiden_cm_ally_05.mp3  That's a lovely shade of blue, Sven.
 * vo_crystalmaiden_cm_ally_06.mp3  Sven, are you still so blue under that armor?
 * vo_dark_willow_sylph_ally_179.mp3  Good on you for standing up for yourself.
 * vo_dark_willow_sylph_ally_180.mp3  Nice to have the knights of the Vigil on my side for a change.
 * vo_dawnbreaker_valora_ally_193.mp3  Swords aren't really my thing. But yours isn't so bad.
 * vo_grimstroke_grimstroke_ally_76.mp3  Twin hammers await our enemies, my taciturn friend.
 * vo_hoodwink_hoodwink_ally_187.mp3  That sword's bigger'n you are. Pretty neat!
 * vo_kunkka_kunk_ally_07.mp3  With a helm like that, Sven, I dub thee my helmsman.
 * vo_mars_mars_ally_107.mp3  Break out a warcry, Sven! Or your heart's not in it!
 * vo_monkey_king_monkey_ally_171.mp3 vo_monkey_king_monkey_crown_ally_171.mp3   How do you see anything with that helmet on, Sven?
 * vo_monkey_king_monkey_ally_172.mp3 vo_monkey_king_monkey_crown_ally_172.mp3   Come on, Sven. Time to drop the hammer on someone!
 * vo_pangolin_pangolin_ally_177.mp3  Follow your heart, Sven, not some code.
 * vo_pangolin_pangolin_ally_178.mp3  Such a blade seems impractically large, mon ami.
 * vo_snapfire_snapfire_ally_191.mp3  Someone said you can breathe under water. Is that true?

Enemies killing Sven
 * vo_arc_warden_arcwar_rival_12.mp3 Your vigil ends.
 * vo_dark_willow_sylph_rival_179.mp3  That's the best you could do, Sven?
 * vo_dark_willow_sylph_rival_180.mp3  I was expecting more from you, Sven.
 * vo_dragon_knight_drag_sven_01.mp3 vo_dragon_knight_dragon_sven_01.mp3  Sven, you have much to learn about fighting dragons.
 * vo_dragon_knight_drag_sven_02.mp3 vo_dragon_knight_dragon_sven_02.mp3  Good night, Sven. I mean bad knight.
 * vo_dragon_knight_drag_sven_03.mp3 vo_dragon_knight_dragon_sven_03.mp3  I'm the better Knight, Sven.
 * vo_enigma_enig_rival_23.mp3 Your armor crumples.
 * vo_grimstroke_grimstroke_rival_112.mp3  Brute force fails you, fool.
 * vo_hoodwink_hoodwink_rival_187.mp3  My first thought was your sword's impractical. But now I see it's actually impracticable.
 * vo_juggernaut_jugg_rival_01.mp3 vo_juggernaut_jugsc_arc_rival_01.mp3  It's not the size of the sword, Sven, it's how you use it.
 * vo_juggernaut_jugg_rival_02.mp3 vo_juggernaut_jugsc_arc_rival_02.mp3  Size means nothing when your blade carries no weight.
 * vo_lina_lina_rival_03.mp3 Cooked you in your armor.
 * vo_mars_mars_rival_127.mp3  God's strength! Hmmm...
 * vo_mars_mars_rival_128.mp3  Your past accomplishments mean nothing, and your future is at an end.
 * vo_monkey_king_monkey_rival_171.mp3 vo_monkey_king_monkey_crown_rival_171.mp3   I'm not saying there's always a connection between excessive brawn and mental deficiency.
 * vo_monkey_king_monkey_rival_172.mp3 vo_monkey_king_monkey_crown_rival_172.mp3   Hahahaha, Sven. You thought you could keep up with me? There are trees everywhere!
 * vo_omniknight_omni_rival_15.mp3 You would have been a powerful follower Sven.
 * vo_omniknight_omni_rival_21.mp3 Sven, your dedication honors us.
 * vo_pangolin_pangolin_rival_179.mp3  I'm not foolish enough to stand in front of that blade, Sven. It's all about positioning.
 * vo_pangolin_pangolin_rival_180.mp3  That is a fight they will be telling stories about. Well, my part anyway.
 * vo_snapfire_snapfire_rival_192.mp3  It'll take more than an oversized apple peeler to bring me down.
 * vo_snapfire_snapfire_rival_193.mp3  I knew that armor would wear down eventually.
 * vo_void_spirit_voidspir_rival_104.mp3  You would have the same chance wielding a sharp stick.

Others
 * vo_oracle_orac_prophecies_090.mp3  To the rogue who wields the hammer of the gods, all mortal forms resemble crooked nails.
 * vo_legion_commander_legcom_duelhero_18.mp3 vo_legion_commander_legcom_dem_duelhero_18.mp3  Time to match steel for steel!

Description
The Juggernaut tradition

Notable Practitioners
Among the extinct race of the Faceless Ones, Yurnero the is the last and most notable practitioner of this art. Having named himself after the tradition to represent its last practician, he is commited to preserving the Juggernaut tradition with each blow of his blade to ensure that the style is well remembered.

seems to be familiar enough with the style to comment on its unoriginality.

Biography
Ostarion awoke from his trance to see the sun shining on his face. With the millennial solstice of Wraith-Night now at an end, and him being the only survivor of a massacre that he enacted but was completely oblivious to for its entire duration, he found himself in a luminous body made of wraith flesh and no longer at the mercy of decay that all material things are subject to. Declaring himself the Wraith King, he refashioned his bone kingdom into a land made of wraith essence. His mortal subjects shared the same fate too, turning everything in his current domain into an incorporeal land until everything he ruled over was as immortal as he is.

Campaigns
There was once a small kingdom renowned for its textile specialists that Ostarion tried to conquer. The surviving subjects fashioned a cape for the ghost king in the hopes that he would spare them. Which he did, but just this once.

The Duke of Levinthal, Elector of the Gleaming City, once held out against the hordes of Ostarion's undead warriors for many days. Seeking to finally end the siege, he did a sortie and fought Ostarion in personal combat. He lost the battle and his domain fell to the king, with his broken greatsword now in Ostarion's hands.

Ostarion's eastern expansion caught the ill attention of an undead dragon named Ambinderath. The beast was probably killed by Ostarion, and its jaw was severed to create a sword out of it. Whatever happened to its other remains is unknown.

Ostarion's lust for power and immortality eventually led him to add even the Seven Hells to his eternal kingdom. To this end, he sought to collect the many shards of the prison plane Foulfell which is rumored to have the ability to imprison the souls of demons. He has yet to conquer this realm, though.

Friendships and rivalries
Allies meeting Wraith King
 * vo_dark_willow_sylph_ally_225.mp3  You're not a king, you're a despot.
 * vo_dark_willow_sylph_ally_226.mp3  You would have fit right in at Revtel.
 * vo_dawnbreaker_valora_ally_241.mp3  I've been around for a while, Ostarion. And I really don't think you've got what it takes to handle everlasting life.
 * vo_grimstroke_grimstroke_ally_105.mp3  I must admit, Ostarion, you knew all along what I discovered only by accident.
 * vo_grimstroke_grimstroke_ally_106.mp3  Ostarion, your kingdom was a wonder to behold.
 * vo_hoodwink_hoodwink_ally_235.mp3  I grok'd smoking was bad for you, Ostarion, but this is bloody nuts!
 * vo_mars_mars_ally_126.mp3  Admit it, you wish you could be me, Ostarion.
 * vo_mars_mars_ally_127.mp3  You had to work so hard for cut-rate immortality...
 * vo_monkey_king_monkey_ally_217.mp3 vo_monkey_king_monkey_crown_ally_217.mp3   We might as well make the best of it, Ostarion.
 * vo_monkey_king_monkey_ally_218.mp3 vo_monkey_king_monkey_crown_ally_218.mp3   I'll fight beside you, but I'm not callin' you king, Wraith.
 * vo_pangolin_pangolin_ally_223.mp3  Where is the fun if there's no chance of death?
 * vo_pangolin_pangolin_ally_224.mp3  Just do not talk to me and we'll get through this.
 * vo_snapfire_snapfire_ally_240.mp3  Eh. Good...bad... I work with what I got, Ostarion.

Enemies killing Wraith King
 * vo_bounty_hunter_bount_rival_07.mp3 You're wanted dead or alive. I don't know which you are but I'll collect your bounty all the same.
 * vo_centaur_cent_rival_01.mp3 Your reign as king is over.
 * vo_centaur_cent_rival_02.mp3 You are a better corpse than a king.
 * vo_chaos_knight_chaknight_rival_01.mp3 Knight takes king.
 * vo_dark_willow_sylph_rival_225.mp3  I've seen what rulers like you are like... you deserved to die.
 * vo_dark_willow_sylph_rival_226.mp3  Death is too good for you Ostarion.
 * vo_ember_spirit_embr_rival_18.mp3 Be gone, foul wraith.
 * vo_grimstroke_grimstroke_rival_137.mp3  Better luck next time.
 * vo_grimstroke_grimstroke_rival_138.mp3  I'll ensure your legend lives on, Ostarion, but not your reign.
 * vo_hoodwink_hoodwink_rival_235.mp3  You want these little bones of mine? Gonna have to do better than that!
 * vo_juggernaut_jugg_rival_15.mp3 vo_juggernaut_jugsc_arc_rival_15.mp3  I bow to no king.
 * vo_juggernaut_jugg_rival_08.mp3 vo_juggernaut_jugsc_arc_rival_08.mp3   One strike against the throne of bone.
 * vo_legion_commander_legcom_rival_33.mp3 vo_legion_commander_legcom_dem_rival_33.mp3  Never trust the dead.
 * vo_lycan_lycan_rival_15.mp3 Tis no treason to kill a tyrant king.
 * vo_lycan_lycan_rival_16.mp3 When you strike a king's neck, you better take his head.
 * vo_mars_mars_rival_149.mp3  I know a thing or two about hubris, and you had this coming!
 * vo_mars_mars_rival_150.mp3  I'll scatter your bones from here to the pits of hell!
 * vo_monkey_king_monkey_rival_218.mp3 vo_monkey_king_monkey_crown_rival_218.mp3   King? Ha!
 * vo_monkey_king_monkey_rival_219.mp3 vo_monkey_king_monkey_crown_rival_219.mp3   Get back up again, I dare you.
 * vo_night_stalker_nstalk_killspecial_02.mp3 I'll pick my teeth with your bones.
 * vo_pangolin_pangolin_rival_225.mp3  All that suffering, I revisit upon you ten fold!
 * vo_pangolin_pangolin_rival_226.mp3  How many times must I kill you?
 * vo_queenofpain_pain_rival_13.mp3 King for a day… Queen for eternity.
 * vo_sandking_skg_killspecial_01.mp3 The King is dead. Long live the King.
 * vo_snapfire_snapfire_rival_241.mp3  The way I hear tell, you fashion yourself a bad man...
 * vo_snapfire_snapfire_rival_242.mp3  I got bullets for days.
 * vo_terrorblade_terr_rival_41.mp3 vo_terrorblade_terr_morph_rival_41.mp3  vo_terrorblade_terr_shards_rival_41.mp3  I ruled in the hell of Foulfell. Why would you think I'd bow to you?
 * vo_abyssal_underlord_abys_rival_01.mp3 Bow to your new lord.
 * vo_abyssal_underlord_abys_rival_02.mp3 You are no king.
 * vo_undying_undying_rival_10.mp3 vo_undying_undying_big_rival_10.mp3  We welcome kings and tyrants.
 * vo_visage_visa_rival_26.mp3 At last you bow before me, Ostarion.
 * vo_void_spirit_voidspir_rival_128.mp3  Your thirst for life amounts to nothing in the end.
 * vo_weaver_weav_rival_01.mp3 Who puts their skeleton on the inside?

Others
 * vo_oracle_orac_prophecies_112.mp3  The one who makes you bow will rise again. But no such luck for you.

Origins
Once a mortal royal, the young prince Ostarion was swiftly brought to the throne when his royal family succumbed to a swift rotting disease. The disease nearly claimed him as well, until their desperate court mage Azorszos cast an ossification ritual on him, scouring the prince's flesh and turning him into a being of animated bone. Having almost experienced death for himself and defied it once, he swore to never submit to death ever again.

Ostarion's ossification was a life changing experience for him. He gained a deep mistrust for all things fleshy and an obsession for bone, which he believed was imperishable unlike flesh. Like what his court mage did to him, he began to recast his family's empire into an immortal land of bone. Each stone of his kingdom was painstakingly replaced with its equivalent in bone; the roads have been paved with bone; the walls of his palace are lined with fired bone, and even the natural aspects of the land such as the trees have been felled and replaced with replicas of bone.

Not content with the lands currently in his domain, and with the belief that he could not die as long as he kept building his kingdom in bone, he set his sights on the neighboring lands and the bones of their inhabitants to satisfy his thirst for life. His armies conquered the adjacent kingdoms, extending the reach of his eternal realm, while he extracted the bones of his enemies. Soon, his kingdom became a cold, immaculate white land made of nothing but bone that could not move unless he willed it.

Campaigns
Ostarion's campaigns as the Skeleton King have been retconned and transferred to his next incarnation Wraith King. This includes his attack against the Dreadknight, and his conquest on a small kingdom known for its textile specialists.

Wraith-Night
Untold years have passed as they accumulated into centuries and Ostarion's domain kept growing larger. Although he was more than content with his immortal body of bone, his skeletal form began to deteriorate after too many resurrections, and he would soon learn that even bone could perish. Word has reached him that there was an essence that was truly more imperishable than anything from the mortal plane and it can be harvested during the longest night of the year—a long night before the eve of Frostivus. Determined to preserve himself for eternity, he staked his hopes on this essence and sought out the advice of his court mage.

Ostarion violently consulted Azorszos the Bony about this solstice and how he could acquire the essence released by it. Threatening him with another lifetime to spend in his current tormenting form, Azorszos pointed him to the books that contained the procedure required for a successful harvest during Wraith-Night. Satisfied, he promised his court mage that if the ritual goes well, he will finally fulfill the promise of death to end his suffering. He gathered his many knights to harvest the Wraith Essence from the ambulatory spirits, the influx of undead, and the possessed wildlife of Wraith-Night while he submitted to a magical trance cast by his mage-physician Azorszos that would last for the entirety of the harvest's duration.

The hordes of ghosts, undead, and possessed creatures closed in on the tower where Ostarion slept on his altar while his all too loyal knights slaughtered them all, releasing sparks of Wraith Essence that flowed to the king. The warriors, oblivious to their expendability, fought through the longest night of the year until they perished and their Wraith-Essence was surrendered to him as his due tribute. At the end of the solstice, Ostarion awoke from his slumber as the sole survivor of the event and saw the sun shining on his face, his skeletal form transformed into a body of Wraith Flesh. A terrifying being reborn on the first day of Frostivus, which should have been a festival of peace and selfless charity.

What ill fortune could this defilement of festivities possibly portend...

Family
Even in undeath, Ostarion retains his daddy issues. His father believed that he would never grow up to become something useful.

Subjects
While not exactly a benevolent king, Ostarion has a degree of concern for his subjects. On the other hand, he is fond of killing his own subjects on a whim. He kills his advisors, his blacksmiths, and peasants. He once had need for demonologists and others who dabble with demons, but no longer. It's implied that his court also has healers.

Among the members of his royal court, only a few are mentioned. The most notable member is his mage-physician Azorszos the Bony, who has been serving Ostarion's lineage for at least nine centuries, long before his king was transformed into a skeletal being. During his time as Ostarion's Mage-Physik (another title for mage-physician) he remained in a tormenting form where his bare nerves were wrapped around his bones like vines. He was the one who revealed to him details about the Wraith-Night ritual and played a part in it by sentencing his king into a trance for the duration of the ritual. Azorszos looked forward to this ritual since he was willing to end his own suffering by any means necessary, and got his wish when he was finally sacrificed during the Wraith-Night ritual.

Azorszos secretly regards his king as an ungrateful wretch.

Transactions
Long ago, Ostarion hired (whom he considered expendable) for a "simple job", but the latter failed and was imprisoned in Dark Reef. The exact details of this job are unknown, but judging by Slark's recent lore which was released in the same battle pass as Ostarion's arcana, it could possibly be his mission to steal the "Dead God's Eye" from an exiled member of the Rumusque.

Ostarion and Barathrum's Master brokered a deal sealed by a contract between them. According to Ostarion, the latter didn't hold up his end of the bargain, and the contract is now null and void. When he meets, he tells him to deliver a message to his master that says their contract is void.

Enemies
Ostarion doesn't like the Keen. He believes they are intolerable and better off dead. He hates dragons and Faerie Dragons, but he hates the latter even more. He hates demons with ambiguous goals, such as.

Ostarion had a sundial at one point, which was stolen by who was dispatched by. They broke his sundial, which made him angry.

Immortality
Ostarion got his first taste of immortality when he was ossified in his princehood by Azorszos. The mage-physician cast an ossification ritual to spare him from the swift rotting disease that killed his family and nearly claimed the young prince's life. Naturally, scouring every fleshy part of the body would kill any mortal, but this is a magical ritual. The ritual turned Ostarion into a being of animated bone, unfettered from the needs of flesh and its frailties such as decay and disease. Petrification magic is less effective on him as a result, likely because bones survive the process better than organic material and still remain as fossils even after that.

His true immortality doesn't come from the fact that he is made of bone. It comes from his regenerative and resurrection capabilities.

Powers
Ostarion calls upon his hellish lineage to fire a from his fist to incinerate his opponents into ashes save for their precious bones. allows Skeleton King to drain the bone marrow of his opponent with each strike he successfully lands, nourishing him during battle.
 * He would soon lose this ability upon his transformation as the Wraith King, replacing his hellfire with wraith flame that now draws its power from his damned lineage.
 * However, his second incarnation regained this ability after one particular resurrection process. On his return passage through the veil of death, the ghost king was attacked by a swirling flame that struggled to drive him back into the endless abyss. Using his mailed fist, he thrashed and tore against the ethereal fire until he returned to the earthly realm.
 * This flame may be his "hellish lineage" that he discarded upon becoming a wraith and his lineage is probably seeking vengeance for abandoning them.

The passive ability of doesn't have much lore, but its active component does. The latter is a demonstration of Ostarion's skill in necromancy, allowing him to summon his skeletal subjects to his side. His dark magic ensures that their loyalty to him will be eternal, even after they have died.

His is best explained in the second paragraph of his Immortality section.

Ranks
The Bronze Legion is a diverse motley of soldiers from different backgrounds united under the common goal of fighting for Stonehall. Besides the obvious presence of humans within the Legion, there is also the Vhoul, the Ogres, the Satyrs, the Odobenus, and even Radiant creeps among their vast ranks.

It is said that their hallmark trait is discipline, and their soldiers are always training when outside of combat.

Equipment
In the armories of the Bronze Legion's infantry, the light legionnaires have access to various one-handed swords, pikes, spears, bows and arrows, boetian/aspis shields, razor nets, clubs that bear the Bullsnake symbol as its head, battleaxes, etc. Heavier troops such as the ogres are given massive clubs, warhammers, and the same shields. Their equipment may be forged by Stonehall's blacksmiths or from mercenary Smeevils, who forge weapons and armor for whatever side requests their service.

During the siege on Roseleaf, the Bronze Legion defended the walls from the ladders of Oglodi siegemasters and other Oglodi who may scale the walls by pouring burning oil on those who attempted escalades. Alongside several other poorly constructed battlements in Roseleaf, the Bronze Legion utilized lodestones, but were sabotaged by Lorlin Lasan of the Jasper Circle (on behalf of the Red Mist) who managed to turn their defenses against them. The result was the lodestone's magnetism pulling nearby armored soldiers towards it, destroying the poorly built defenses and restraining the poor troops caught in it. They also have access to what appears to be a primitive tank or siege engine.

Transgression in Tares
The neighboring kingdom of Tares spent centuries maintaining their deference to their Stonehall colonizers. Many centuries of servitude have passed and the Taresian nobles finally found it necessary to strike back against them, secretly negotiating to amass an army of poor soldiers and cheap mercenaries who have all been motivated with the whispered promises of golden plunder and a life free of the Stonehall tyrant's legions.

Word of their rebellion has somehow reached the intelligence of Stonehall, prompting Emperor Galanius to dispatch the Bronze Legion. The incumbent Legion Commander Tresdin and her subordinates Marcus and Rix were sent to destroy the meager opposition and bring the conspirators to justice.

Fled to Filedo
Tresdin, Marcus, Rix, and the rest of the selected Bronze Legion chase after the remaining Taresian nobles who have fled for Filedo using the battle waged in their lands as a distraction.

Battle of Roseleaf
Led by Tresdin, the Bronze Legion attempted to hold off the Red Mist army at Roseleaf. Details are scarce, save for hints that Tresdin made poor decisions and may have initiated the fight, resulting in disaster for the Bronze Legion. After the battle, the Bullsnake Flag was found at the site by Mireska, which may be legion's emblem.

Destruction
When Stonehall came under attack by the and his Abyssal Horde, the Bronze Legion was the only division near enough to come to the city's aid. Although Tresdin was able to drive back the demonic invaders, the Bronze Legion was largely destroyed in the battle.

Stonehall Elite
The Stonehall Elite is a subdivision of the Bronze Legion. It was created by Belasanno after Rix betrayed the Bronze Legion.

Invasion
Stonehall was attacked by the Abyssal Horde, led by Vrogos, the Underlord. While Tresdin and the Bronze Legion were able to repel the attack, the city was largely destroyed in the process.