Complexity: 3

Summary & Strategy: 

TBA

Bio

And it was written:

Behold the one named Icarus Solmere,

Whose form stands tall among men,

Whose weight is carried not in flesh alone, but in burden.

And his gaze was veiled, unseen and unendurable.

From beyond the veil he came,

From the upper stratum where the layers press thin against one another,

Where will is made manifest, and belief is given shape.

And he was titled thus:

First Sergeant of the Harmonic Order of Protection and Enforcement,

A keeper of balance among the neighboring worlds.

In the days of fracture, when the Hollow was torn open

And the veils between realms grew strained and thin,

There came an incursion not of one world, but of many,

Layer upon layer pressing into the waking plane.

Then did Icarus appear in the midst of the unraveling,

Descending from above,

between the seams of reality.

Clad in radiance, Bearing the scars of countless crossings,

He carried with him a tome,

The Book of Revelations.

When he gazed upon the flawed and the fallen,

Those he named corrupted,

A storm took root within his being.

His voice trembled between judgment and mercy,

And his power answered not always to his will,

As a blade that may guard or sever without warning.

None may behold his eyes,

For to look upon them is to feel the weight of something vast,

Something pressing from beyond the veil.

His power is not drawn from flesh nor flame,

But from conviction made real.

For what he believes, becomes.

From this, he forges light into weapon and shield,

Marks the ground with sigils unseen yet unbroken,

And lifts others beneath the same radiance.

Icarus speaks of an Order beyond sight,

A structure not bound to place, but to purpose.

He was sent not by choice,

But by necessity, To mend a fracture between neighboring realities,

Where imbalance threatened to unravel the seams.

But when he deems a person beyond redemption,

He becomes as the blade he carries,

Certain, unyielding, and without hesitation.

He names a higher will, Yet gives it no place nor form.

It is not throne-bound, Nor confined to any singular realm,

But moves through him as law moves through decree.

Now he remains among us, Neither bound nor wholly free.

He lends his strength to the battles between layers,

Against those who rise from lower-adjacent realms

And seek to press their will upon this one.

But let it be known:

His allegiance is not to this world,

Nor to any who dwell within it,

But to the Order he carries within himself.

Should that Order find fault here,

Then the hand that guards,

May yet become the hand that rends.

Amen.