Galen
Posilidia Harbor, Rumed
Galen stood gazing out over the sea. His green eyes stared unblinking at the waves that lapped lazily against the harbor side. Galen loved the sea: ancient, unchanging, and misunderstood. He liked to think they had these things in common. He had spent much of the last ten years secluded in the woods, away from prying eyes, but he had missed the sea. Indeed sense he had arrived in Posilidia he had done little else but gaze at it's unfathomable depths.
A tolling bell shook him from his reverie, and his tranquility was shattered. His gaze swept across the rest of the dock, from which he stood a little apart. It was full of people, bustling about their daily lives albeit soberly. They know they will soon be dead. Galen shook his head violently, as if his despair was something he could physically shake off. But it wasn't. Galen had been there ten years ago, he had seen the Scion brush away Rumed's finest with impunity. Galen was helpless before such might, they all were. and then this place, and my country, will burn.
He sighed heavily and donned his helm, looking at the sun's position in the sky. Nothing left but to push onward. There may be little hope, but Galen wouldn't quit now. He adjusted his great-sword on his back and then began a slow walk towards the other end of the harbor. Today was the day the others were supposedly arriving. He was admittedly nervous to meet his new comrades, they were likely to be his last after all. Yet his blood stirred now that the time had finally come to campaign once again.
Galen stopped abruptly as he saw an armored man standing all alone, head bowed. He wasn't sure how he knew, but something was different about this man. He was one of the champions. Galen stood frozen in fear. Human interaction was getting harder and harder to deal with, and this situation was already so full of despair. As he he hesitated more and more champions came up to join the man. He couldn't hear their conversation but they seemed a lively bunch. Taking a few deep breaths Galen strode forward until he was a few feet away from the rest. "Greetings," he said lamely, his voice sounding flat and metallic beneath his helmet.