Rememberance

Serin has always been a land in conflict. The forces of light ever vigilant against the evil that seeks to destroy and dominate. A battle for the very soul of the land took place in ancient times in what is now an open plain known as the ford. It was not a victory for either side, though the light endured driving off the darkness. Forgotten by almost everyone, but we remember. The builders have forgotten, the builders who took up their hammers and their axes and stood beside us to stave off annihilation. After the battle they retreated to the west building a grand city as a testament to the endurance of the light, a city to hold eternal vigil. They completed their masterwork before settling in the nearby hills to live peaceful lives. With every generation they remembered less and less until they forgot about taking up arms in defense of everything. But we remember. Those of us that have eternally sworn to defend the light with our lives. We have been called various things over the ages from Templars to Crusaders to everything in between. Instead of retreating with the builders we charged east after our retreating foes. We eradicated as many as we could find and then built a fortress on the upper reaches of the mountain. We honed our skills and trained for such a day that we are called upon again to serve as defenders of the light. One day as I completed my morning training as seraphim appeared before me and gestured to me with a determined look and a beckoning hand. Thus I have come down the mountain and will answer the call.