Unmoving as a mountain and twice as enduring, Halvric Stoneward is the last to fall and the first to rise. Clad in verdant emerald plate traced with golden veins, he bears the unspoken burden of those who must withstand what others flee.
His hammer, Brightwake, is a relic of solarforged origin — a tool of celestial collapse reforged into a weapon of radiant resilience. With every strike, it anchors not just his stance but the morale of those beside him. Some say Brightwake can shatter illusions, dispelling even the lies whispered by the void.
Halvric’s helm, crowned with a narrow visor of glowing white, is the face of justice in stillness. He speaks rarely, not from pride, but because words cannot match the quiet weight of a vow kept across centuries.
To the Order, Halvric is the line that will not bend.
To his enemies, he is inevitability — the hammer’s fall at dawn.
