Gerrant the Last Justicar


A spectral figure appeared within a burial chamber found deep in the back of the box canyon found in the Chaos Rift.

“I am Gerrant of the Holy Order of the Justicars. Look upon my mortal remains and weep, for I was laid low by betrayal most foul. I swept through the hordes of Orcus beside my boon companion Alaric, and none could stand before us on the field of battle. Demons quailed at our approach. Where united we could not fall, in division the Demon Prince created our undoing. Alaric was called away to defend his home at the holy city of Tircople from barbaric invasion instigated by Orcus. I alone remained of the Justicars to fight for our cause."

“A captain of the Army of Light, whose name has been stricken from memory by the gods for his betrayal, led his company into an ambush knowing that I would come to help them at their call. I arrived to find it all an elaborate trap. The captain’s company consisted of only the walking dead, previously slain through treachery and raised again to lure me to my peril. The company of undeath turned on me as did their attackers, a swarm of demons. But last came the linchpin in the ambush, a foul cloud giant of demonic blood wielding a spear forged of darkness. I smote the captain and called upon the power of Muir to rout the demons and undead, but the fiend-giant used my distraction to pierce my chest and lay me low."

“The betrayal weighs heavy on my soul, and I cannot rest easy. The treacherous captain has been dealt with, and the fiend-giant was slain by my vengeful allies, his wicked spear destroyed. Even the hammer that forged the instrument of my demise was claimed from the field of battle. All that remains is the anvil upon which the spear was formed. The existence of that is all that anchors me here to this place. Any who would recover the anvil from the ruins of the city and return with it here would be forever called my friend. I know not where it lies; only that it still exists within the precincts of the temple-city. Despoil not my tomb and return with the item I seek so that I may rest, and I will grant you a boon of inestimable worth. Heed the words of the Last Justicar, and serve the will of the Three Gods.”

After giving his monologue, the ghost disappeared.

Upon recovering the Anvil from Lower Plateau, the party travelled back to the darkened tomb. There upon seeing the hammer and spear left in the tomb, they placed the anvil in its rightful place. The party then started feeling a sense of completion when the glowing figure of the knight’s ghost appeared, and spoke to the party. “Thank you my friends. At long last my soul is freed of its imprisonment on this plane. My murder is avenged and Muir calls me home to server at her feet. You have done much to remove the stain from these lands, and you think not that your actions have gone unnoticed. Continue in your quest, and fulfil the will of the Three Gods; that which the demon-prince ever seeks to undo. Go with the blessing of Thyr and Muir, and She that is forgotten. To reward you for your deeds thus far, take up my sword and harness and carry it once more into the glorious battle for which it was intended.”

The ghost paused and seem to begin to fade slightly. “Now I must return to the hall of my brothers, but I grant you one final boon. For your sakes I will leave the halls of the immortal Justicars one more time at your call. When you are in need or sorely pressed from all about you, call my name three times, and I shall return to your side and lend you aid. Use this noon wisely, for once shall my mistress allow my departure from her service. Go, and stand against the darkness”. With these final words, the ghost faded completely way, and the room is dark became once more illuminated only by the sword resting upon the knights corpse.

The sword is then identified as a +2 holy brilliant energy bastard sword, which the party ironically is unable to use due to class restrictions or religious didactics.

Gerrant the Last Justicar

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