Far from the shadowed lands, under the canopy of eternal light, there reigned Numerius, a knight born of the Celestial Order. His arcane blade, Aurealis, was forged in the heart of a fallen star — radiant, pure, and bound by oath to truth. With him always was Prim, a baboon familiar said to be an ancient sage reborn. Numerius stands as the radiant bulwark against the creeping stain of otherworldly corruption.
Born not of nobility, but of prophecy, Numerius was chosen by the Council of the Seven Arcanes, a conclave of ancient wizards who foresaw the coming of the Rift Wars — an age when realms would bleed into one another and reality itself would fracture. From his youth, he was trained not only in the arts of battle, but in the sacred truths of the cosmos — the harmony of will, light, and word. His blade, Aurealis, is said to be a gift from the Fey Lords themselves — a sword that glows brightest in the presence of deceit, cutting through illusion as it does through steel.
By his side walks Prim, a silver-furred baboon whose eyes burn with old intelligence. Legends say Prim was once a sage of the Astral College, who, after glimpsing forbidden truths, was reborn as Numerius’s familiar to guide him along the razor’s edge of destiny. The two share an unspoken bond — wisdom and strength intertwined — one the mind, the other the will.
Numerius’s oath is not one of conquest, but of guardianship. He defends not just kingdoms or kings, but the balance of creation itself. Wherever the corruption of the Outer Realms seeks to twist mortal hearts or poison the ley-lines of magic, there too appears Numerius — his sword singing with azure flame, his shield radiant with the sigil of the Phoenix Sun. His presence alone drives back shadow, for he is a vessel of divine justice, and within him burns the unyielding light of truth.
To wizards, he is a champion of their covenant, proof that magic and virtue can coexist.
To mortals, he is a saint of the sword, the last barrier between the world and the endless void.
And to the corrupted and the cruel, he is the inevitable dawn — radiant, pure, and unbreakable.
Thus is Numerius, Hero of Wizards, eternal and incorruptible — the Light That Never Lies.
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Far from the shadowed lands, under the canopy of eternal light, there reigned Numerius, a knight born of the Celestial Order. His arcane blade, Aurealis, was forged in the heart of a fallen star — radiant, pure, and bound by oath to truth. With him always was Prim, a baboon familiar said to be an ancient sage reborn. Numerius stands as the radiant bulwark against the creeping stain of otherworldly corruption.
Born not of nobility, but of prophecy, Numerius was chosen by the Council of the Seven Arcanes, a conclave of ancient wizards who foresaw the coming of the Rift Wars — an age when realms would bleed into one another and reality itself would fracture. From his youth, he was trained not only in the arts of battle, but in the sacred truths of the cosmos — the harmony of will, light, and word. His blade, Aurealis, is said to be a gift from the Fey Lords themselves — a sword that glows brightest in the presence of deceit, cutting through illusion as it does through steel.
By his side walks Prim, a silver-furred baboon whose eyes burn with old intelligence. Legends say Prim was once a sage of the Astral College, who, after glimpsing forbidden truths, was reborn as Numerius’s familiar to guide him along the razor’s edge of destiny. The two share an unspoken bond — wisdom and strength intertwined — one the mind, the other the will.
Numerius’s oath is not one of conquest, but of guardianship. He defends not just kingdoms or kings, but the balance of creation itself. Wherever the corruption of the Outer Realms seeks to twist mortal hearts or poison the ley-lines of magic, there too appears Numerius — his sword singing with azure flame, his shield radiant with the sigil of the Phoenix Sun. His presence alone drives back shadow, for he is a vessel of divine justice, and within him burns the unyielding light of truth.
To wizards, he is a champion of their covenant, proof that magic and virtue can coexist.
To mortals, he is a saint of the sword, the last barrier between the world and the endless void.
And to the corrupted and the cruel, he is the inevitable dawn — radiant, pure, and unbreakable.
Thus is Numerius, Hero of Wizards, eternal and incorruptible — the Light That Never Lies.
