I am Tolshar, the forgotten one, the only loyal member of the old empire that was spared from the carnage.
I was a guard in the temple, my job was to keep watch in the relicary, but one day curiosity got the best of me. My orders were simple, watch the artifacts and make shure that no one got in, but I allwais heard of the marvellous properties, of the holly relics I had sworn to protect.
One night during my watch a particular object caught my mind, a vial which was said to contain concentrated amber. When I went to pick it up I felt it burning in my hand so I droped it and when it hit the flor it broke, releasing a strange mist that entered my body. The next morning I was judged by the authorities of the temple and sentenced to exile.
I left the city with the traditional exile atire and blade, to wander the dessert until I died or managed a dead worthy of redemption. In the first night I realized that I was not tired nor thirsty nor hungry, the years passed and I didnt aged, but the great war began. I fought along side small militias I formed with other exiles but couldnt do much. I couldnt do anithing when the great cities fell but watch the towers of smoke from the dunes.
I have heard rumors of the high priest returning and bringing back our great empire, I must find him and put my blade to his service once more as a final act of redemption.