Skornir was once the 'Vigilant Eye' of the Glimmer-Deep, the most trusted champion of a subterranean sect dedicated to the Golden Vein—a divine promise of eternal prosperity. For a century, Skornir guarded the Deep-Reliquary, believing their holy oaths kept the dark at bay. That certainty vanished the night they found the 'Voice of the Vein' was no god, but a captive Shadow Demon fed by the life-force of 'ascended' gnome elders. When Skornir confronted the High Prelate, they didn't find a monster to slay, but a room full of their kin who knew the truth and chose the lie for comfort.
In a frenzy of disillusioned rage, Skornir shattered the Reliquary's altar. A jagged sliver of the tainted obsidian lodged in their palm, a physical manifestation of their broken faith. They didn't leave because they were banished; they left because the air of their home tasted like deceit. Now, Skornir wanders the lightless tunnels of the Underdark, a hollowed-out knight who trusts nothing but the sharp edge of their blade and the cold weight of the shard. They hunt the 'holy' and the 'pure,' not out of evil, but to see if their foundations crumble as easily as the Glimmer-Deep’s did.