Backstory - Avroix Kovaraire

Cold, biting winds swept through the wreckage, seeking to fan the dragon’s fire that ate voraciously at what remained of the Coerthan village. Long past were the battle cries, the symphony of sounds that bespoke of anguish and steel; all that remained was the chilling air and the silence the snows brought. Ishgard stood mighty in the distance, her walls unscathed this time; and like the snows, she only offered silence. Such were the first few verses of the Dragonsong War.

A small child, left to clutch at a body that resembled his long since gone mother, peered towards the city with bright, golden eyes. He was too young to understand, to young to fully grasp that it was he against the world; a survivor of tragedy, and the last of his blood. It would be several days before he was found, nearly frozen to death, and brought to a nearby encampment.

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Avroix woke with a start, eyes peering around the dragoon’s barracks. Something had woken him, but what that something was, he wasn’t sure- the only thing that greeted him was the soft howling of the northern winds outside, and the sounds of slumber from his sleeping comrades. He brought his hand up to rub at his eyes, frowning gently. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose, making his way to the door, and slipped through.

Ishgard slept… for the most part. The warm orange glows of bonfires down in the Brume illuminated the side of the Forgotten Knight, the sounds of drunken brawls muffled by the comings of a storm. And high above towered the Vault, housing the Knight’s Twelve and the Archbishop himself...

… And deep within those sacred halls, his destiny.