Galen slowly comes around as the faint whisper calls to him for a name, a strange need to bring a name forth, to call upon the unknown voice by a name still resonating within him. Looking about his cell as he pulls himself up from the rough filth encrusted stone of his prison, he can see the wan light of but a single star glimpsed through the rugged iron bars. Feeling something deep inside pulse in time with light, he recognized the star, the oathbound star, said to lead those in need to their destiny whether heroic or tragic in ending.<br/><br/>Raising his hands he peers closer at the silver cross his keen eyes picking out the faint throbbing mirrored in it's gem. A story half remembered drifts from the depths of his mind, the blue star a tear of a goddess come to bring freedom to the imprisoned. A promise bound in a dream, the innocent possibility of power great and terrible.<br/><br/>"Demonbane, your name is the promise which binds us," his voice rising, gaining strength with each flash of the dreams of the the stories still flowing through his veins, "we shall bring the battle from the darkness and remind the world that tyranny will not be allowed to flourish." Grasping the silver cross in one hand,  the resonance within melds his shattered hopes back together.