Born the only child of a shepherd, I have spent my entire life living in the hills above Red Grove. Most of my life has been spent in solitude, tending my flock, with only brief visits into town when necessary.
While roaming the hills outside Red Grove, I found myself frequently enraptured by fragments of old buildings. In my dreams, the ruins would tell me tales of their former majesty, and of how they came to fall. Several months ago, I stumbled across a fragment that spoke to me more clearly than the others, one that possessed a voice which spoke with clarity. Beneath the scorched marble foundation stone lay bound the soul of an ancient archon, fallen during a war in heaven a millennium ago.
His tales resonated within me each night, showing me images of what this world once was and could be again. Eventually I agreed to allow Israfel to act through me, to serve as the means by which he might be reborn, to right the wrongs that have been allowed to fester. Together, as a single entity, we find that we complete each other. We continue to herd out flock, for now, but destiny awaits us. When we are called to serve in a greater capacity, we will be ready.
