Tyr was seated in his throne, Torm on his left, Ilmater on his right, looking out over the many angels that had gathered for the upcoming battle. War with demons was no new thing, many of the angels here were very experienced in this kinda thing and were more then ready to fight once again. Rohan was one that stood out. He had stood for Torm in several such battles and he was really starting to show signs of wear. Torm was hesitant to put him back in battle again but Rohan had argued for the right to keep fighting. Again he was hesitant but Tyr had agreed at the moment they needed all the willing fighters they could get, if the demons breached the gates they were trying to open they would spill out in the realms and be a much bigger loss then a single angel. Rohan donned his armor and stood beside his brothers proudly. Baator was not a great place to fight but it was needed, the orders given to drive the demons back and seal the gate Rohan and his brothers set out.

Hours passed, the battle intense, enemies were everywhere. Brothers fell all around him as he kept at it. He was a veteran in these wars and he knew this would likely be his last. He called to his brothers trying to encourage them further into battle, calling to Torm to watch over them and bless their blades again to defend Baators current threat. From behind a brother approached him catching his arm, he looked back to the helmed warrior who called to him loudly over the battlefield, he had spotted demons dawning paladins armor to try and trick them and infiltrate into their numbers. They had to stop them quickly, there wasn't enough time to warn the others. He grimly nodded and ran the corner spotting one of the paladin and his axe cleaved hard through the armor. He stopped dead when a light pierced from within the armor, the light of the essence of an angel, he had murdered a brother. Fear paralyzed him as the other paladins of the area turned to regard what had happened, his axe stopped glowing instantly and his wings turned black as soot, he did the only thing he could think of at the time and turned and fled from the group.

He ran through Baator pleading for Torm but he could feel no answer from his Lord, he had committed a very serious offense in Torms eyes and had fallen from grace. A demon appeared before him looking to the fallen asking if he wanted a way out of all this, not thinking clearly he nodded and moments later he felt himself falling. He slammed into the grounds of Sinfar striking his head against the hard cobble of the road his eyes glazing over and he blacked out. When he woke the rain was upon him, he wore nothing but a loincloth and he couldn't remember anything. A passing drow spotted him kneeled on the ground and quickly got some clothes for him and put him in the Sin manor to rest. He had random visions but only enough to get his name. Only time will tell what will become of the fallen.


-----------CHANGES!--------------------

March 28th 2014

Archangel Rex having been informed of Rohan approached him and offered to help his fallen brother find redemption and with his help he retained the blessings of Torm and rose back to the status of Angel, yet the damage is still done, he will forever be partly mortal in the understanding of mortal feelings, needs, desires and wants.


APPEARANCES:

Size: 7'9
Age: 3608
Race: Angel
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Markings: Around his left bicep is lettering in Celestial. "I will be your strength, your friend, your heart and the essence to protect you from now on. To this I pledge"
(( Lore roll 33 - Divine pledge sworn before the gods thus forever bound to keep that promise. ))
Religion: Torm

Lights:

Reds: Nothing permanent without consent, no grief, no drama unless its completely IC.