Gravelyn aka "I can fix her"
After presenting the head of the Empress' most detested foe, Drakath Slugwrath, the Hero earned Her Majesty’s hand, for a price.
Once his heart beat for last time and his body went cold, death could no longer do them apart. And the two unlived happily ever after in the deep dark of Skullholme. The living were left alone, and the void in Gravelyn's chest had been filled no longer with scorn, but love.
Sepulchure aka "He can make me worse"
When not taking turns in caring for their beloved little Gravelyn, DoomLord Sepulchure and his Mistress of Doom were on an indiscriminate crusade against the living world.
When it came time to ruin Swordhaven Castle, lovers together felled old King Alteon and euthanized the traitorous cur, Drakath, who stormed the keep with a new pair of wings in purple and vainly looking for vengeance.
As Gravelyn grew, so did the passion in the family. The love the three shared was as intense as the quakes created by the steps of their ceaseless bone armies.
Lionfang aka "I thought I could fix him"
They at first seemed like kindred spirits, two golden warriors who were sworn to the path of righteousness. But as time went on, doubt bloomed in Maximillian's mind. The Hero's mercy towards those who deserved none and affability with those on the fringes of morality brought ache to Lionfang's virtuous heart.
After many debates in his head, Lionfang was convinced that the Hero was not so committed to the holiest of quests; to deliver eternal damnation to all that is Evil, and to all that with Evil collaborates.
Safiria aka "I don't wanna fix her"
Seduced by promises of untold pleasure and riches, the Hero betrayed the Shadowslayers to join the Vampire Queen’s side as her newest living champion. The young Blood Ancient was entrusted with two duties: to keep her Her Majesty's bed warm and her chalice filled with fresh blood.
Days on Lore became shorter until a memory was all they were.
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