Fighter: Wyrmslayer
The story of great Wyrmslayers is yet another of glory turned into shame. In ages past, when Elder War was in it’s bloodiest period and elven lives were lost in hundreds by day, a small group of warrior rose to the challenge - turning the battle against mighty dragons from the solid ground into the skies themselves. In the peak of battle, they managed to not only chase after the mighty [name], son of Green Tyrant himself, but their leader - dealt a fatal blow, piercing the chest and heart of mighty green beast, turning the tide and causing once feared blackened wings to retreat in haste. And so did those who bested [Name] formed their weapons and armor of his carcass, becoming the first among many Wyrmslayers to come. The story diverge yet, for there were many dark rumors surrounding the source of heroes might - even hearing theories of them partaking in dragon’s flesh, blood and heart, if not consuming the spark of their soul itself. When the time of Elder Peace came, followed by forming of the Elder Pantheon, the hushed gossips turned into screams of disgust and protest, as the bloody Wyrmslayers were no longer needed. And so the mighty defenders of elven and other races, who devoted their life in their protection were shamed and chased away from their home. Most of them seemed to dissapear from the pages of history afterwards, with but few singular exceptions arriving at the moments of great need. But in the memory of old dragons they remained, the fearless enemies clad in the scale and skin of their brethren, ready to pierce their spirit with terror, before Wyrmslayer’s mighty spear find it’s way to their hearts.