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Cromax Moonblood Champion Lore

The moon has always held a fascination for the Elves of Teleria. Reverence for its light formed a core of the beliefs held by certain lunar cults of Aravia. These beliefs were among those that Siroth manipulated in his guise as the Dreamwalker, and another tool by which he slowly twisted parts of Aravian society to his own ends.

Siroth fostered the belief that the moon’s light was a revelatory one — that it could be used to reveal the secrets of the universe to one wise enough to parse the shadows it cast. Many an Elf went mad seeking to divine the secrets of this lunar wisdom.

Cromax Moonblood is one of the few Elves to survive his search for the secrets of the moon with body and wits intact — though the latter is a matter of some debate. Obsessed with the Dreamwalker’s promises of ancient wisdom, Cromax scoured Teleria for anything that might allow him to commune with the shadows cast by the moon. He delved into forbidden places, and made pacts with strange beings. He infused his flesh with raw stardust and fed upon the stuff of shadows, but none of it was enough. The answers he sought seemed destined to be ever out of reach.

Frustrated, he turned his attention to the great observatories built and subsequently abandoned by the Dragonkin after the destruction of their empire during the Age of Hellfire. These structures straddled the heights of the Cloudspire Mountains, and it was said that from their star-platforms a trained astromancer might be able to see constellations otherwise invisible to the naked eye. Built and staffed by Elves, Dwarves, and Dragonkin, the observatories had been considered places of worship by some of the old lunar cults of the Elves, and it was from the surviving writings of those cults, long banned by the rulers of Aravia, that Cromax learned of them.

Cromax sought out these observatories to plunder them for any secrets they might hold. He climbed the sheer peaks, battling cold and wind, as well as Dwarven sentries from the Skyiron Dominion, who watched over the peaks. These wardens guarded the secret passes that led to the observatories, for reasons known only to the Dwarves. Cromax’s encounters with these warriors became so regular — and so bloody – that the Dwarves soon placed a bounty on the Elf’s head.

Bounty hunters flocked to the Cloudspire Mountains. Wherever Cromax went, he soon found himself under attack. But he refused to cease his quest, and set his sights on the highest and oldest of the observatories – a site abandoned long before the others. The scraps of information he’d been able to glean about the place in his search told him little about what might have happened, save that it had claimed the lives of the astromancers who had worked there. Cromax made the arduous climb to the ruin, unaware that a group of bounty hunters had picked up his trail. His pursuers tracked him to the observatory even as the full moon rose, and cast down its silvery gaze across the shattered husk of the observatory. Cromax found himself entranced by the light, for it was brighter here than anywhere else he had seen on Teleria — and the shadows it cast were darker. Within them, shapes of cosmic blackness danced.

He didn’t notice the bounty hunters until it was almost too late. Forced to call upon the most dangerous forms of shadow magic to defend himself, Cromax found that it reacted strangely, as if he had tapped into some wellspring of power… one he could not control.

No one knows what truly happened that night, save Cromax. What is known is that cold fire danced across peaks of the Cloudspire Mountains, and that the Elf who came down from the mountain was not the same Elf who’d climbed up. His features were hidden behind a mask belonging to one of the Elven lunar priests of old, and his manner was odd — gone was the determined wayfarer; in his place was a strange thing of moonlight and lunar cycles.

Cromax now wanders Teleria, guided by the waxing and waning moon. He claims to be its envoy, though what exactly that entails none can say. Some believe him mad; but all know better than to stand in his way… especially when the moon is full.

Cromax Moonblood Storyline

Long have the Elves of Teleria been fascinated by the beauty of the Moon. Poets have sung its argent beauty above even that of the life-giving Sun, and mages sought to learn arcane mysteries by observing the intricate patterns of the starlit heaven. So it has been in the ancient days, long before the Elves forged their empire. In those days of wonder and myth, the story of Cromax Moonblood begins.

Hard as it may be to believe, the Elves had once roamed the lands in disparate clans and waged war not just against the monstrous Ogryn and other rival races but among themselves as well. There was no lack of glory for young heroes to win. Among those, stood proud Cromax, whose thirst for adventure was second to none, and the strength of his arm was matched only by the sharpness of his mind.

Legends attribute many great deeds to Cromax; he is said to have ended the centuries-long feud his clad held against their neighbors, and bested a self-proclaimed Orc King whose nascent domain threatened to wipe out all Elves in Tilshire. With age, Cromax had mastered the art of alchemy and infused his body with enchanted quicksilver and stardust, thus earning himself the name Moonblood. But it was a battle against doggone Skinwalkers that had proven to be his greatest challenge and the deed that paved the way for his immortality.

Alas, not even the Elves were immune to the strange curse that turned mortals into vicious monsters, and there were werebeasts among their number since the dawn of time. One such pack made its home in the forests surrounding the lands of Cromax’s clan, pillaging and hunting his people like sheep. Though many skirmishes were won among the dells and foothills, Skinwalkers still pressed on, driven by a malevolent, unknown will.

Desperate, Cromax held a ritual on the night when the Moon was red as fresh blood, and its signs led him to the source of the curse – an Elven shaman who had succumbed to the darkness within his heart. Having turned into a ravenous fiend, he had spread that malady unto his own kin and many more innocents besides. Armed with that knowledge, Cromax set out to hunt the beast.

For weeks he wandered, ever following the guiding moonlight while all around him the emerald forest turned dark and twisted. At its heart, Cromax found his foe and a bloody battle ensued. Though his skill was matched by unholy strength and bestial fury, the Champion of the elves eventually prevailed and lain the Skinwalker low. His own wounds were also grievous, and as Cromax prepared to say his last farewell, a miracle happened.

A woman, red of hair and clad in shining silver armor, appeared in a flash of light before him. She spoke in a voice like thunder and called herself the Arbiter – Lumaya’s herald and servant – whose solemn duty was finding Champions worthy of fighting for Teleria. And though Cromax had come to the end of his mortal path that night, he pledged his soul to Lumaya’s cause and took up arms in defense of Good forevermore.

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