The Sentinel grew up in the city of Solarum back, his family living within the caves under the city like the other workers. He came from a long line of smelters, devoted to manning the massive forges built around the fiery heart of the mountain and followed in their path, learning the art of smithing, helping to arm Rahyeh’s holy army above.

Not long after coming of age and being able to work alongside his mother and father in the forges, Rahyeh sent his golden armies to march upon the lands of the other gods. The Sentinel found himself conscripted into Solarum’s army, now wielding the very weapons he had been raised to create.

It was not long before the Sentinel learned the horrors of war and the injustice of Rahyeh’s conquests, and so one day in the chaos of battle he fled. Not out of fear, not out of disloyalty, but out of the desire in his heart to not be a part of this destruction. The Sentinel now finds himself at a crossroads, searching for a place that can give him meaning and a means to stop the sort of injustice he bore witness to, by whatever means possible.