Wearing a classic paladin armor set, often with a distinctive shoulder piece as well as ornamental armor with banner crest cloths on his chest, older both physical but wiser by experience, he has long grey hair and a grey beard. As Highlord of the Argent Crusade, he wields the Ashbringer, a powerful artifact sword and is the commanding officer of the Argent Crusade, respected among his men of both the Alliance and the Horde.

Tirion walked across the encampment, his steps were driven, he had a mission, to end the danger the Lich King posed to the world of Azeroth, his argent crusaders upon seeing the Highlord went silent, halting in the center, he nodded approvingly of the fine warriors that had joined his caused. after a brief moment his voice came through despite the chaos around them.

“This is our final stand. What happens here will echo through the ages. Regardless of outcome, they will know that we fought with honor. That we fought for the freedom and safety of our people! Remember, heroes, fear is your greatest enemy in these befouled halls. Steel your heart and your soul will shine brighter than a thousand suns." Tirion broughtfort Ash ringer as the massive blade with small glow on the blade lit the spot he stood and gripped it by the grip tightly the leather of his glove could be heard.

"The enemy will falter at the sight of you. They will fall as the light of righteousness envelops them!” Tirion lifted the Ash ringer up in the air as all of the Argent crusaders roared at the thunderous boost of such fine warcry, the army of both alliance and horde stormed the entrance of Icecrown citadel, laying waste and clearing the path for Tirion, to finally put a stop to the madness of the Lich King and the undead scourge, once and for all.