“Every time you decide to play the hero, somebody has to suffer for it”

Jaeger hadn’t hesitated to join Commander Darroch’s mission when his small force passed through West-Yield. His decision however, was motivated by a multitude of reasons; Some were noble, while others simply stemmed from a desire to escape the direction his life was taking.

He never knew the far-reaching implications that his decision would have, or that it would one day land him at the legendary Clouds College of Magic.

“At some point we need to stop expecting our Emperor to make everything fair and nice, and do something ourselves. The thing I liked about Jaeger is that he always seemed to get that.”

Aema had been left picking up the pieces in Conorbatia after Jaeger’s sudden departure. Amongst coming to terms with the sudden loss, she seemed to have a knack for thrusting herself right into the middle of the events and corruption that is slowly taking over the city. Meanwhile, the emperor continues to prepare his people for war in the South, ignorant to the cancer gnawing at the centre of his empire back home.

The question of whether Jaeger is alive, what he is doing, and how he can possibly think that he is helping, seems to have eluded everyone. As The Hero of Aridhold slowly becomes more of a memory than a person.