Doran Mich'ea

Doran is was an old soul- a human once upon a time, from a long forgotten, distant plane. His wisdom and persistence lead him to Ascension upon one of Astoria's distant sister worlds, Magraste. The world was advanced for it's age, a balance of technology and magic guided the civilization to prosperity as it's people had been tempered and learned from long past devastating civil wars. When the Tohlvast came, the Magrastians were unprepared. Ascents fought alongside mortals against the overwhelming Tohlvasti horde, but the disadvantages weighed far too heavily against the favor of the prospering people, and so they were torn asunder...

Strife plagued the realm of Magraste as the war had reached the descent of it's intensity, few left remaining that could pose a threat against Tohlvast. In a final battle with his fellow Ascents against two of Tohlvast's generals, Doran barely made escape in his Astratorium as he neared the last to be cut down- blindly cascading himself down the endless dark abyss of open space in hopes that perhaps even one of his kind could live on...

Landing upon Astoria, the heroes of the realm aided him in charting the world amongst his memory and the Astratorium- as well as bringing him from the brink of death. Pledging to aid the Astari in their fight against the Tohlvasti, he joined them in their crusade into the stars to hunt down the conqueror that once destroyed his own world and genocided his people.

When the Astari arrived upon the hostile world, Doran was quick to distance himself and linger in the far reaches of the habitable zone where he could recruit worthwhile followers to gather what he needed to give his new friends an edge. He would not be condemned to idleness forever, however- as his efforts had given him sight of one of the Tohlvasti conqueror's famed generals- the very same that had slain his own close friend in the Grand Spire upon his homeworld of Magraste, before his escape. Gathering those Astari brave enough to help him face the threat of Wragus the Devourer, he transported the few of them down into the heart of the Tohlvasti general's lair, where he had been dormant and waiting all along.

A bloody, viscous battle was fought against the demi-god, his attacks endless and ruthless. The fiery warrior of oblivion neared triumph before the Astropath launched forth and struck Wrathus with a vengeful blow- with every bit the same might that had been pent up for every year spent in mourning of his people. The piercing blow crushed through Wrathus' armor, chinking it enough to give way for the entrapped Dragon Aspect within him to begin leaving him. Shortly after his attack, Doran was struck with utmost fury by the raging general, delivering a mortal blow that took him out of the fight.

When the Astari had at last triumphed and delivered the final strike on Wrathus, obliterating him and releasing the aspect within, they witnessed the final moments of the Astropath as he laid mangled and dying. No manner of great mortal healing could free him of his pains nor fix his sundered body. Residing by his side through the turmoil that slowly left his body- they remained there until the man's soul was relinquished, and let free.