Searching through your memory of Viemeran history, Aldrick’s accomplishment is the most readily available. Decades ago when the demonic hordes began their bloodletting in earnest, the momentum they had gained crashed over the land like a wave of an incoming tide does a rocky beach. Those settlements who lacked the proper defenses or might were simply wiped off the map while more prepared areas found themselves surrounded and besieged by the bloodthirsty abominations. It was a greater demon by the name of Zephyr who was the field general of these legions and led them in their merciless crusade of genocide. General Zephyr had managed to press as far north as the peninsula separating Somervale from the southern continent; the land bridge that served as a bottleneck and last remaining stronghold preventing the demons from shattering the collective might of Viemera’s denizens.<br/><br/>It was at the Battle of Pale Pass that a valiant officer by the name of Aldrick found him and his half-strength cohort of soldiers behind the advancing enemy lines and cut off from any real hope of retreat. Knowing full well it was a suicide mission, he and his men charged the Abyssal general and his bodyguards once their hordes were sent forth to deliver what would have been the final hammer blow that would have shattered the last lines of Viemeran defenses. Several outlying scouts reported seeing the war band take heavy losses, but managed to press through and engage the general himself. By then the enemy forces had pulled away from their assault upon the walls, intent on saving their leader. Aldrick had dealt the killing blow himself, decapitating the foul demon before reinforcements could arrive. Their cries of victory somehow managed to carry above the din of battle even as the throngs of enraged horrors engulfed Aldrick and the handful of soldiers that remained. It was that sacrifice that broke the back of the Abyssal advance and paved the way for their eventual downfall. Though the history books never mentioned his last name, songs and tales are still known today of<em>Aldrick the Blade and his Men of Valor</em>.<br/><br/>Though the name Serai doesn’t stand out in of itself, but you faintly recall the title of Saviors of the Blighted. Tales tell of a group of shield maidens guided by a priestess who travelled across the land just as the Blight appeared along with small skirmish and scouting parties of demons. Often they would roam the country sides in search for villages and hamlets in need of healing or protection. It was said that the priestess possessed such divine strength that she could cure the afflicted creatures of the Blight as well as banish whole groups of demons from the Material Plane. Not much else is known of the group since much of Viemeran history and lore was lost when the Abyssal legions poured into the territories in earnest.<br/><br/>Lucian proves to be even more of a mystery. Dusty and tattered tomes of your monastery mentioned the Dovah very rarely, but as best as you were able to gather from the yellowing pages they were the oldest, most powerful, and last of the dragons that had once inhabited Viemera. Accounts of their exploits were all manner of mythical and fantasy, at least those of which that were legible and complete. Most of which seemed utterly absurd to envision a gargantuan creature doing even a tithe of the things that were mentioned in those tales. The size difference between a woman and a full-grown dragon alone was baffling when it came to the dynamics of the supposed mating that took place in countless retellings of old.