Volkair Rikliv

Volkair Rikliv At the gates of Ruthwalker

Daemon

Warlord

Monster

Paladin

Lord

King

God

The Reclaimed Firebrand

Knights Of Tyr

The Mad Menagerie

Protector Aasimar Paladin (Conquest -> Oathbreaker [Volkair n co]) Fallen Aasimar Paladin (Oathbreaker -> Redemption [Mad Menagarie]) Scourge Aasimar Paladin, He/Him (Jake)

**History/Early Life/"The Age of Ignorance":**

Volkair Rikliv was delivered down from the divine by the holy ether as a Protector Aasimar. A common practice by the gods when creating Aasimar to conduct their will in the material realm. "Birthed" with the historical knowledge of "The Divine War", Volkair Rikliv was birthed into the service of the Everwatching Knights as a Paladin for the God Helm. Materializing at the age of 18, he grew accustomed to the material realm over five years of service under the Everwatching Knights. With no mother or father, in his early years he seemed almost alien to most on the material realm, slowly over time learning communication skills. He displayed an almost obvious hate towards Warlocks and Tieflings that he failed to hide behind false apologies and a façade embarrassment. Over five years in service he quickly rose from simple church service and guard duty to a Paladin of the order. Conducting missions in which required a skilled knight to solve the situation at hand.

**Volkair N' Co/"The Age of Embers":**

Stepping onto the docks of Valteria, Volkair was assigned into investigating a Gnoll warband & daemonic activity combined into a joint task force of sellswords gathered by the church of the Everwatching Knights to solve the matter at hand. Valteria, while familiar to Volkair, had changed greatly after he left for his previous assignment which took him a few years to eradicate a small cultist ring in the Western regions. With a Gnoll warband ravaging the territories, Volkair had set out with the band of adventurers. Stern in his belief to the church he brushed off the abilities of the band of misfits more so as a lack of funding the church was able to procure for more able bodied agents. His doubt in the group was proven at the death of one of the sellswords at an abandoned temple that was the result of Volkair attempting to purify the area with sage via censer which only called more daemons to the area. It was at this temple that Volkair was confronted with a new emotion he had not experienced before in his short life time on the material realm, one of the sellswords known as Alexandros McKay, started subtlety flirting with the stubborn paladin. Over the course of the operation in Valteria, Volkair pressed aside some of his morals such as cooperating with Warlocks and allowing romance to slightly blind him from his objectives. Yet The Divine War burned brighter with anger rising in the back of his mind. Through the adventures he observed such a holy and divine church, that his existence was dedicated to, employ thieves, Teiflings and warlocks. This internal struggle was only piled on by constantly bickering with a fighter turned Paladin to a druidic god known as Noire and the addition of a Tiefling known as Zamia.

With still the rose tinted glasses of romance making him second guess himself after a moment of "consummation" with Alexandros in the mountains. Volkair sought to test the validity of The Divine War, confronting and insulting Zamia demeaning her being a Tiefling and suggesting she's a lower life form than him (AKA calling her an actual slur, R\*\*skin). Zamia returned the gesture by hitting him with a bolt of flame which seared into his chest, not damaging him much physically, but mentally hellfire rose in his mind. It was confirmed. The Divine War was true. To Volkair Tieflings were nothing but daemons in humanoid clothing, they couldn't be tamed by civil standards or the order of the law. A blight on society that needed to be cleansed but in the presence of the misfits who seemed blind to the truth, he withheld his anger till a moment of opportunity arose. Volkair and the band of misfits went on to fight the Gnoll warband and the Fallen Aasimar leader of the opposing forces known as Estoshan. After the long battle came to a close, Everwatching Knights exhausted, maimed, wrapped in bandages and their swords finding new use as crutches rather than weapons. One of the sellswords, known as Robin Banks, produced a deck of many things in which Volkair drew from brandishing the card "Throne". It was in the celebration held to show the conflict of Valteria had come to a close, that Volkair denounced the church of Helm. Claiming they were hypocritical heretics that adhere not to the divine but only seek to further their own power. Splitting the church in half known as "The Great Divide" with the words "Helm has fallen from grace for it is Tyr that brings justice in these dark times.", Volkair took roughly half of the Church forming "The Knights of Tyr" and leaving the continent.

"*Brothers, Sisters, Other Beings. I am happy to celebrate the ending of the Valterian conflict! But during my journey I've came to a conclusion that I fear I must not stray from. I've observed the hypocritical nature of the church while in it's service and I cannot stand for it no longer. Helm dictates us serve his will, to smite down those who seek to do wrong yet the Church employs miscreants, criminals, warlocks and most disgusting of all...Tieflings. The very daemons the divine wish us to smite, the church employs! Have we stooped so low to rub shoulders with those of the nine hell's blood? Those who's ancestors made pacts with the devil barons of the nine? Those who cannot follow law and order? Who skin is as crimson as the blood they spill? It is evident by these actions of the Church that Helm has fallen from grace for it is Tyr that brings justice in these dark times! I plead of you, broken and bleeding, observe the group that the church deems "heroes" and ask yourself if Helm would be proud? A shapeshifting warlock who obeys the dark powers? A fighter who has given their fate to a condemned god of the mountains? A criminal who stalks in the dark waiting to steal what charity has been gifted to you by the church? This is not order! This is not a lawful society! This is chaos! The nine hells materializing in the material. I plea with you join my hand, The Knights of Tyr, for we shall erect a civilization the divine can truly smile upon!*" - Volkair Rykliv - 0 A.P. just after the ending of the Valterian conflict (Volkair N' Co Campaign)

**The Red Crusade/"The Age of Cleansing":**

The divide had been made and Volkair was on a warpath to make what he radically believed to be "the most divine civilization". Setting out with half of the newly converted Knights of Tyr and Alexandros sailing Eastward where he believed the keep gifted to him by the Throne card was placed. Twenty-five grueling days spent on the ocean sailing to Eastern lands filled with the unknown, Volkair took this time to reassure the newly converted knights that the voyage was simply a trial to test their devotion, a gauntlet of morale breaking tests by Tyr to deem them the rightful peacekeepers of the realm. Etching the name of their new founded ideology, belief, civilization onto the ship. "Ruthwalker", a name that would cast fear for ages into the hearts of those who seek to bring chaos. A name perhaps born out of a childish attempt to make a striking name, nevertheless the followers were reassured and inspired to place a name to the banner they flew. Rekindled in their fanatical flaming hate towards the those without order, they stepped onto the shores of the unknown lands ready to spill blood.

Nestled amongst quiet forested mountains laid the Keep that would soon be the center of the vast Kingdom known as Ruthwalker, yet another trial faced Volkair and his companions. The keep it's self had been infested with daemons and devils, clearing it would be a daunting task as barely pushing into the main hall of the keep only returned mounting bodies of Volkair's knights. He required the manpower to produce the civilization he dreamed of and in that moment he prayed. His mind drowning out the screaming agony of the scorched skin fused to plate metal, the living abominations that the horrors of the keep made some of his soldiers into, with every fiber of his being he clutched his hands together till his gauntlets dug into one another, his bright white wings unfurling as he screamed to Tyr. A sign, a message, anything to reassure he was walking on the right path, that this was worth the agony and death. When Volkair opened his eyes he saw a golden figure of a warrior without a arm and missing an eye. He glared at Volkair with a look of disgust, a feeling of dread coming over the praying Aasimar washed away as the figure grabbed him by the shoulder and lifted him to his feet with ease.

300 years later, it was revealed to the Mad Menagerie by Maxwell, once a member of Volkair n Co, that the demigod? and BBEG Estoshan had slowly been corrupting him to the point of full possession, and that not all of that was of his own will. Volkair was rescued and temporarily joined the party, (with the persuasion of his descendant, Dav McKay) to stop the demigod, for now, which cumulated in a fight with another, god-like version of Volkair himself.

After which, Volkair could finally rest, now that his soul was purged of Estoshan, and he went back to the Afterlife with Alexandros. He left gifts in the form of [i dont remember, something weapon wise i think].

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