Account of Warlock Corron Von's legendary battle against the Fallen house of Kings
"whenever people ask me to tell them the story of Corron's stand I always start with I story of my own, back when life could still exists outside the safety of the city walls small towns dotted the frontier, light small lights flickering in darkness. I leaved in one such town that went by the name of Haven. It was a small town little more than a settlement really, any way life was about as good as you could expect it to. We lived our lives as well as could but it was never easy the town was dangerously close to Fallen territory which meant at any moment they could just show up and do whatever they wanted and we couldn't do a damned thing about it . Of course I really didn't understand this at the time, I was only a child after all, so wail everyone else was worried about being slaughtered by dregs I was off playing hero."
"It was old weapon, an antique really, my dad said it had be ancient even before the collapse. If course that didn't matter to me, in my mind it slay any monster vanquish any foe, in my mind that simply old leadslinger was an unstoppable weapon that struck fear into the hearts of fallen everyone. And me, I was guardian who wielded such a marvel, a valiant hero who could face any challenge and succeed no matter what the odds. Little did I know one day I'd meet that hero"
"I still remember the day he showed up. There I was tending to this little corn crop we kept next to house when from smilingly out of no were comes this figure, he didn't look much like I guardian as least any one the ones I'd seen, he was dressed in simple armor and as far as I could tell completely unarmed. The only real thing displaying his statues was the ghost hovering over his shoulder occasionally scanning his environment looking for some unknown prize. "hello there" his words came out in a deep robotic voice "I'm looking for a weapon do you know were I could find one" instantly my mind went to that revolver and so I rushed inside and grabbed it before presenting it to him like a king awards his knight with a mighty blade. He took it in his grasp examining it and so was his ghost. The small machine scanned the weapon before beginning a least of problems and complaints each on increasing the disappointment in my expression. But all that vanished the moment he spoke "thank you, its perfect"
"Corron, became our protector after that every time dregs showed up he was there to fight them off and every time my revolver was right there next to him. Until one day a whole mess off them showed up and not just dregs, vandals, captains hell servitors all those sons of bitches showed up and he fought them all. We tired to help but he wouldn't let us, said he couldn't let any of us get hurt I know he was just trying to protect people but I can't believe he was willing to fight all those fallen. Almost beat em all to all except the Arcon he cut him down right in the middle I thought he was gone but even that didn't stop him. Suddenly he sprang to life filled with light even the weapon he wielded, a revolver forged from steel and iron was transformed into torch blazing with the light of the traveler