Dark Hope

[*Captain Vanguard]

Namer Zoel had so many plans ahead of her all untill her sacred dark blade Ah'ra was taken from her, now, she was truley sullen.

She felt a surpising relief to be taken back once more by the Son of Mercy Heironite that had long been her rival yet equally her guide... perhaps for once she was growing to realise that Sigil had changed her.

For the first time in her life since her capture in the nine hells, Zoel felt a sense of euphoric relief... and perhaps the first symbol of a grim yet potential redemption... could she throw away the hand of hextor to become something better?

Reluctance hit her... but in the end she finally made her decision... she was unsure where it would take her but it was clear to her that Hextor could never forgive the accounted humilations and failures she had tallied.

It was both escape and salvation at once.

Throwing down her Hextorite crest, she went over to the clergy of Heironeus, and over the next several months that followed Zoel changed forever.

Deciding to step down from the Red Death the once proud Black Knight no longer cared for anything, a tranquil yet calm woman she had become the very instrument of peace and solitude, choosing to live a very quiet live in a chapel discreetly closed off from anyone outside her clergy.

It would be the end to Zoel, and her journey.

She had been humilated... and through humility, she had learned a semblance of respect for those that had made her see her poor choices in life.

She was, for once... free of the taint of evil.

[*Hydra]

A paladin wearing the distinct Mercykiller armour would regularly visit the woman she could call now a friend, but also in her pride : a proof that redemption was possible, a proof of that what she had envisioned was possible.

But when she came back to Sigil and entered the prison the grave stare of Arwyl Swan Son, brought her back to reality. A two sided justice... for how long will this continue ?