Corvyn, Knight of the Waste

You do not play a hero.

You play a man the world already threw away.

Corvyn was a knight once — until his oath was betrayed and he was cast out into the waste to die with the rest of the forgotten.

He did not die.

He became a mercenary of the dust, and the gold scarf he wears is no ornament: it is the seal of a paid vow, loyalty bought with coin and honored to the letter.

Now someone has paid the heaviest price of all, for the heaviest task of all — cross the dead kingdom and put down the king who cannot be put down.

Corvyn takes the contract because a contract is the only thing left he still keeps.

He walks alone; there are no squads at his back and no luck in his favor, only the moves he chooses and the moves he reads.

Behind every face he wears in the Arena, it is still Corvyn who lifts the blade.

His default face is The Exile — fitting, for a man the kingdom exiled long before it fell.

The waste made him what he is.

Now find out what he can do to the waste.