You cannot take the wild out of a wild animal, cannot tame a creature born for battle and bloodshed.
Hellebore was a machine of war, a living weapon forged for combat, his entire existence dedicated to the art of battle.
And long after the great Celestial war that started 5000 years ago and ended roughly 800 years later, he nearly died—from boredom, the absence of conflict almost driving him to the brink of madness.
The peace and silence was deafening to him, a crushing emptiness that pressed in from all sides.
He would usually pick fights in the monster realm and get in trouble, seeking out conflict wherever it could be found, provoking beasts and warriors alike just to feel the rush of battle once more.
When the adventurer's guild officially launched, a historic moment that would change the world, unsurprisingly, Hellebore was the first to enlist.
