The Cost of Grief
Teahumble relates this story while camped.
Once there was a Deva Avenger of Erathas A justicar who upheld Law above all else. Then her love was bound within a Dragon Shard along side a Deamon to be tormented for all time. She slew the Mage who bound the stone when she refused to release him.
Three of the group survived. A cleric of broken faith who fled East to the Empires edge. And settled among villagers dwelling upon a fleeting used trade road.
A scholar and swordsman who in that unhallowed hall sundered his blade upon flagstone covered in the blood of his brethren and walked to the coast. There he contemplated the enduring sea.
The Deva caused much grief in her compatriots and all those around her. Where the others sought quiet and calm to escape. She began seeking out Deamons slaughtering and destroying them where ever they were found. She gave no comfort to those who were saved by her deeds. Nor succor to the bereaved for when she was to late. Despair and regret bound her and she was unable to move on.