Sorry for the delay. Some personal stuff came up, but I should finalize everything today.
As an aside, I rolled for a trinket and got...
The shell of an egg painted with scenes of human misery in disturbing detail.
...A fucking behelit.
In any event... Voila
Norton would never expected to have such a destiny as this. He was a paladin in training, an acolyte in the great temple in Latun. He did not have much martial training, instead being hounded by the priests to read more of the histories and to memorize prayers and rites. He did not want to be some bookish scholar or cleric all his life. Ever since he was determined as blessed enough, deemed worthy of becoming a squire to the Order of Light, Norton's young mind was filled with dreams of slaying fell beasts and evil wizards, the minions of Tenebrax.
He was impatient, and too often wished to learn how to fight instead of following his instructors. It was only by chance, then, and his own mischief, that Norton was spared the scouring of the Order of Light. He was separated from his companions on that day, though he still witnessed the chaos first-hand. On the day of the winter solstice, when the radiant lady deigned to grace her worshipers with her divine presence... Tenebrax appeared instead, with her conquered underneath him. Norton wanted to rush to her aid then, to die alongside the men who would soon call him brother. But by chance, he was spared... and gifted with the radiant lady's final words;
"Shadow may prevail this day, but fear not! Dawn will come and the world will be filled with light again one day. I bestow upon you, the last pure light I can muster... seek the holy relics of light, and drive away the darkness in my name..."
Only fifteen, Norton did not know what to do. It was all too much, and the sheer consequence upon his every action weighed down upon him until despair and the burden of responsibility paralyzed him. He was taken from that place, rescued by the most unlikeliest of people. This would become his first companion as the lightbearer. The following three years were spent training himself and finding other companions, those who will help him in his quest to restore the radiant lady to her rightful place in the sky.
He was eager to begin. The sight of the moon sickened him, reminding him of that terrible day. Much of his efforts were focused on the realization of his destiny, the readeption of Lux. He consumed himself in research, hoping to find a means of accessing the holy relics, a means of defeating Tenebrax and his minions should the need arise. He had hoped it would arise. Lux had entrusted him with her last faint glimmer of power, and Norton did not wish to disappoint her. He would not balk at this great gift, this monumental responsibility. When not reading, his attention was instead seized by training. He had little practice at sword-work as a squire in the Order of Light, but every waking hour, even if it was only himself against his shadow, Norton swung his sword. There was neither day nor night, the unchanging sky a constant reminder of what he must do.
Now, three years later, Norton has found his allies. He knows the destination. He knows what he must do.