Durance

Backstory
The man in black armor was restless. How long had he sat in the heart of this temple? It seemed an

age. Contemplation was a necessary tool, but taken to excess it bred only complacency. Was he no better than those other priests of the false gods? No. Since he was a boy, alone in the world, the church had shown him the truth--from strength, comes power. He had learned this lesson quickly, for in the church hierarchy, the alternative was death or servitude. He had crushed those who sought to bring him death. And he served only Bane.

Which brought the man's mind back to the present. Bane demanded action from his faithful. Without it, all plans were worthless. Now, it was time. He knew the path ahead of him, the fulfillment of his faith. The man called Durance hardly felt the weight of the worn, black steel armor covering him from neck to toe. It, like the mace on the ground beside him, had seen many battles, but this land no longer held such challenge. He thought of the future, and one word hung in his mind--Hardholme. Bane had chosen him, of all the faithful, to bring the truth to this new land. The people would see, for he would show them. Hardholme would have champions, rulers. And Durance would find them.