The Defender. Once a loyal follower of The Mastermind, but realized her 'wicked' ways were too much. He left them soon after The Martyr did, abandoning their ways and falling prey to the whims of the dragoness. Once the right hand of the Old Cursed Gods, he now stands beside the Martyr with pride and adoration. Rarely speaking to anyone, many see him as a heartless statue that would kill his own creator if he saw fit. Ruthless. Unmoving. And you wish to follow this creature of protection? So be it.
His domain isn't much of one, as it is in fact merged with The Martyrs'. More of a siege found at the outskirts of her reach - a silent protector in the shadows. It is a simple place, it's walls surrounding a variety of barracks and buildings. Random fields are seen for a variety of trainings. Stables of strange winged beasts raise high above the courtyard of his home. As one enters the main hall, they are greeted with a simply decorated surrounding. Wooden benches scatter the sides, fire lit candelabras and chandeliers light up the area. At the end of the hall is a small set of stairs that lead up to a throne of sorts. A crest of a shield with a single wing and sword bearing it's weight. A cloth is draped over the seat and armrest, a dark red and gold coloration.
You approach the stairs and realize there are others around it - a crescent shape of them in fact. Each have a blank crest waiting to be placed on the tops, a plain cushion found in each seat. Before you could peer more, a figure steps from the shadows behind the seats and walks forward. It's the Defender himself and he's come to ponder your reasoning for being here, how you react is a story of it's own.
So, it seems the final Cursed God has appeared. And it is with great pleasure he has opened up his halls to welcome any who wish to serve him. The Defenders Siege awaits your service.
