Haron

Haron was a Knight-Templar who accompanied Inquisitor Ameridan to the Frostback Basin to deal with the Avvar threat amassing.

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Ameridan in dragon's hide, and Haron clad in blessed steel, came forth to head the tidings upon the lonely moors of a loathsome beast. The brave warriors were led to a dark'ning moor as the moon crept o'er the heather.
As a terrible cry released in silvered light, the hunters saw te arrival of the beast. Favored like a wolf it was, within its eyes burned eldritch fire and in every breath the Fade crept. Swift as thought, the hunters struck the demon true, the wolf fell back but mortal strength alone could not prevent the beast's attack.
With one huge paw, the monstrous thing struck Ameridan the Brave, across the moor he flew into a watery grave. Jaws like a dragon's then clamped down tight round Haron's armored chest; and with the knight it sped away in the moonlight to the west. From peaty swamp artse Ameridan, who found himself alone, 'neath darkened skies. The shattered shield of Haron he found, and so in grief Ameridan did vengeance swear:
The beast's head he would procure.
Across the moor in a labyrinth of winding caves Haron bravely fought to free himself from death's jaws. Before his life was naught with blade-arm free, the knight struck true into the monster's eye; off it fled into the dark with an otherworldly cry. The wounded knight in darkness found within the cavern's gloom an idol of fade-touched stone which could prove the monster's doom.
All alone, Ameridan sought the demon-wolf's fresh trail to the cave, he came prepared: for a wolf's heart to impale. Down the winding cave, he sought the beast that slew his friend, in the eerie light he met the beast at the cavern's end. With burning blade, Ameridan and monster met again... whilst elsewhere did Haron valiantly with demon-wards contend; as the demon-stone he procured shattered... Ameridan struck true the beast.
Spirit and beast both felled at once; though neither knew.
In the darkness, the hunters separately made their way from the bottom of the cavern toward the rising light of day. Ameridan found Haron stumbling, wounded from the cave, and both rejoiced to find the other free from the darkened grave. As nights passed to days, two tales of valor did spin, and to this very day each claims that he alone did win.
—Extracted from The Hunt of the Fell Wolf