We are the Keeper of Hope, we are the souls of those citizens who sacrificed themselves to hold the gates of the shelter in one of the worst of celestial sieges, saving many that day, that unfortunately never saw the next harvest season.
We were surrounded by beings of fire, claiming to be the purifiers come to cleanse a corrupted empire, we had been driven back to an emergency shelter which had a secret escape outside of the city but there was no time left. We decided to stay behind allowing our friends and family a chance of escaping. We had no military training and only farm tools were at hand. The soldiers had been slaughtered outside , we were alone but something had to be done.
Our body was made by the great sculptor Shardelan by commision of the high priest, who brought our souls back to protect our people once more, but we were placed in a tomb protecting the third phylactery of the hyerophant. Now that we hear the master once more the our duty must be fulfilled, his relic must be returned and our maker resurrected. His body lies in his workshop from where he will strengthen the empire with an army of constructs.
The innocent will be given a chance to take their vengeance. Those who burned and killed our people will not escape that easily.