in times before you were made by a dying god, bound to a man that doesn't exist...so...you slumbered, waiting for this chosen soul to be the jewel you protect...until finally...

Topaz was trapped between a sharp and a hardpoint. surrounded by mercenaries with sneering faces

Merc: "Ha! this Bastard all thats left? easy...we're getting paid tonight lads!" he chuckles as he spins his hammer

Bandit: she licks her blade. a cruel smile across there face "I get dibs on his...body~"