Guardians of the Glacier #2: The Martyr

       Under the guidance of a mythic light the Martyr grew up in a world that didn’t exist, following a glorified path that led nowhere but to her own grave. Abandoned by her parents at birth, she was taken in by the church and brought up believing in divine intervention and salvation in God. For His influence was found in everything good and missing from all that was evil in the hearts of man. The nuns and priests preached this every day in an attempt to mold her into their own personal vessel to serve God’s will. But whereas she proved to be an easy vessel to obtain, they struggled getting her to set sail.

      Sermon after sermon they told her of the lost souls that roamed the Earth, souls who needed to be brought home unto the Promise Land in order to be cleansed of the voids they possessed inside. And the only way to achieve such vindication was through holy war, a just crusade in the name of the Almighty in order to purify the souls of sinners and receive God’s praise. The Martyr was given the task to become a servant of the Lord and take up arms under the insignia of the cross, willingly giving up her life for a greater cause. She, however, refused to obey their commands, not understanding how the use of such violence would make them any better than the sinners. Thus having declined her sole duty, the church sent her north into the Frozen Abyss with the Saint. In Kaltbury there was a small church where she was to continue her studies until she better understood the magnitude of her destiny. The Saint accompanied her in order to help her in the learning process and to watch over her, at least that was her guess. The church didn’t give an explanation.                     
       Nevertheless they made their way through the desolate, icy climate until they finally arrived at Jazmin’s Tavern. Since then the Martyr has only gotten to know of few of the people staying at the inn, spending most of her time with the Sage. The gimpy Bard also liked to talk to her occasionally, but she wished he didn’t. He was nothing but a pest. The Sage meanwhile made her feel better about what she had done, telling her it was the right thing to do. It was odd really, the Martyr was nothing to the world without her faith, yet she was the least lost of anyone at the tavern…