The Aritor family began as farmers of a small parcel, grew that to include vineyards, orchards, and livestock, and over the years became the largest producer of food for the Legion army. At a certain point, the family became more interested in politics and pageantry than soil and manure and relocated from their country estate to a manor within the walls of Adkarna where they flew their sigil -- a large, ornamental scythe -- for all to see. The family has always supported the Grimm name, from the brutal War of the Single Banner to the days when Lord Commander Grimm seemed to be losing his spine, and his mind, to the wretched Sylvia. When Maliken fled in madness and grief, the Aritors placed their confidence and money behind young Jeraziah to lead the way against those who opposed the Legion and Sol's magnificence. One thing they never offered, though, was blood. The Aritor family was much too precious to waste upon a filthy battlefield, but their gold helped train and equip many lower citizens so they could fight and die for the cause. This is why, when the young Aritor contessa demanded enrollment in Adkarna's combat school, her parents shook their heads and obliged, knowing it was just a phase. But she excelled. Then dominated. She chose the scythe as her weapon of choice, a tool that felt natural and easy in her hands, and the traditionally trained sword- and spearmen had no defense against her agility and unorthodox style. When the contessa graduated at the top of her warrior class and pledged to fight for the Legion, the Aritors forbade it. When she ignored them, they threatened to exile her from the family and cut her off from all funds. This was fine with her -- a warrior needs no comforts -- but she did require one parting gift. She took the ornamental scythe from above the massive hearth, had the smiths hone the blade to a wicked edge, and set out to find Hellbourne to harvest.
Fayde
