The War God's Renegade

My name is Lucia Windborn. As a child I was blessed by Melandru, or so I was told.

As a girl I prayed, like anyone else, but felt no connection to the goddess of nature. Our family's matriarch, Myria Windborn had once felt that bond. Ever since, her daughters also received Melandru's blessing. Whatever garden she was tending, I couldn't feel her presence. Instead, I felt the warmth of fire calling me to the mists. For years I fought in the name of Balthazar, honing myself in his forge of battle. But it wasn't until I encountered her that I realized my path.
The matriarch of my family had grown old in her time past the events of Nightfall; this was how the mists remembered her. The woman sitting before me spoke softly, beckoning me to sit. More than to sit, to listen.
"You've strayed from Melandru's way, child."
"I cannot feel her anymore, Balthazar's flames light my path now."
"Balthazar does not see the whole, but only what he paints with blood. You must stop him from making this mistake." She reached into her cloak and retrieved an orb. The oval shone black as onyx. "Take this egg, nurture it as Melandru would, and you will have an invaluable partner in your journey. Before you go, I have someone who would like to meet you, perhaps she can even teach you a thing or two."

I felt a strange force pulling me from the mists. I had to return to Tyria, I had to stop a god. Fortunately, these new powers emboldened me to return.



So this was the first revenant I made when HoT was launched. Unfortunately, due to the massive inventory clutter associated with scribing, she stayed dormant for a long time. Designed to be the descendant of my gw1 character, Myria Windborn, a Scythe Wielding R/D with a black moa named Beaker as her companion. I wanted to give her some love since she just turned two, and PoF had released allowing her to pick up a new specialization, the renegade.
Also apparently the War God's weapons haven't been added yet, but she's wielding the staff.