A lone warrior against an unholy congregation, the Knight of the Bell is the last remnant of a faith long since buried. Clad in the vestments of his lost order, he walks the lands in search of the vanished and beloved Abbey, determined to see its corruption purged. His pyramidal helm bears the scars of countless battles, a relic of an age before the Abbey’s fall, and across his armor hang the tokens of his forsaken brethren, fragments of a shattered past he refuses to let die.
He carries a great relic shield, its engravings worn by time but still bearing the old order’s creed, and a long spear, its blade kissed by consecrated oils. These are the weapons of a war waged in secret, against an enemy that should not exist. He alone remembers the truth, the Abbey’s disappearance from the world, the way it was swallowed by something beyond understanding. While the Azerai Church has long since expunged all records of its existence, the Knight of the Bell knows it was not destroyed, only hidden, waiting.
Among his relics, he carries the last true bells, their voice untouched by the fruit’s corruption. They are both weapon and ward, its chime a defiance against the profane hymn of the Crimson Grove. He follows their echoing chimes, for the bells were once the soul of the Abbey, and their tolling may yet guide him back to his fallen home.
Where others have succumbed, where faith has rotted away, he endures. The last knight of a forgotten order, a lone figure against the fermenting rot of corruption.
