Hope Eater

You are Veradun, my son. Welcome.

I fought my way out of hell to make you. I fought my traitor siblings and I fought the monserous abominations they sent. I scorched a path of destruction on my way back to my dreadnaught which had been usurped. Once there I made war on my sister Vaylin and tore apart her fragile psyche so that she could never again betray me, and then I had tricked Arcann, and decimated his rebellion so that he could never again try to take what belonged to me. Lastly I had arranged my own lineages so that my throne would be inherited by the truly worthy.

One of those spawns was you.

Your life will be a battle too. You will have to win your place under my command. I will give you nothing... except this, your first blade and this name I have prepared for you.

We fight a war against false hope, Veradun, We chase a being called Abeloth, a huckster aberration who baits young life into building armies for it. These armies are unsafe, for they cannot stand against my Legion. And these armies are a trap for they know only how to take orders. They only know what's given they know nothing of the blade and the tooth, which are the tools of survival and the means of ascension.

Only when Abeloth is extinguished will the universe be free to arrange itself, and assume, by ruthless contest, its final perfect shape, a shape which depends on nothing but itself.

Thus I name you Veradun, Eater of Hope.

Let's go meet your aunts and uncles.