Ty'Core - 'The Blade between Banners'

"My loyalty lies not in banners, but in the bond of brotherhood—forged in battle, sealed in blood. I fight not for glory, but for those who would bleed beside me when all else falls away."

In a land divided by blood oaths and ancient grudges, few names inspire both awe and reverence like Ty’Core. To the Rheyns, he is more than a warrior—he is a legend wrapped in leather and silence, the storm that shields the forgotten. Though he shares a bond as close as blood with Vooreaux, the stoic leader of the Voos clan, Ty’Core walks no straight path. He is a wanderer, a rescuer, and for those deemed unworthy by status or stain—he is hope given flesh.

They say he’s made peace where no peace was meant to be. Whispers claim he’s broken bread with the Oji, the sworn enemy of all Rheyn. If true, it only adds to the mystery. He answers to no kingdom, kneels to no crown, and holds no seat—yet every lord in Jessiri knows that when Ty’Core stands with a cause, battles turn, and enemies scatter like ash in wind.

Above all, he is a father. Liora, his eldest, is his mirror—fierce, formidable, and feared. Lysandra, gentler in soul, dreams of quiet halls and royal unions, her heart set on peace. He loves them both with the fury of ten armies, yet lets them choose their own wars.

Many have tried to name him Warden, Chief, even Lord. He’s turned them all down. Titles are but fancy chains—worn to impress, but forged to bind. He was born to walk unshackled and free. With his scattered band of misfits—none know their names, only their legacy—he appears without warning and vanishes without trace. But when he comes, the broken are mended, and justice is carved through the smoke.

Ty’Core doesn’t speak often. But when he does, the Rheyns listen—and the realms remember that honor still walks among them.