Glysh was the last recruit into the Iron riders around 200 years ago. The Initiates of The Dawn had agreed to make one last push into recruiting members for a massive struggle against the Night Priests. During this campaign of advance, there became a huge descent of dark clouds and sandstorms, strapping most of the World of Lir for its resources.
It was out of this maelstrom that Glysh underwent the ritual of binding with the Cold Iron. As panic filled the air, it was obvious for The Initiates to focus on the immediate tasks at hand; Survival. The Iron Riders left their ideas of a last renaissance for reinforcement, and plowed ahead, leaving Glysh surrounded by veterans that had little in common and less to share with the new recruit. Following their lead and mirroring their strategies of combat, he came into his own quickly. Jumping to the front line of battle was seen as suicide but Glysh did it anyway, and somehow held his own against their foes. He had entered the ranks of “Initiate” and learned to deal with the mutation his body had undergone through the grafting of chaos infused metal to his still shivering bones.
And not soon enough had he completed his training! The few remaining Iron Riders holed up in their fortress and waited out a series of strange developments, cultivating their patience and prowess. They knew their time would soon come to aid those who would help to swiftly bring The Dawn…..
As indeed it came to pass, the time drew upon the Initiates and their secret lair, Razor’s Grotto was found by the Priests of the Night, their armada decimating the caldera, and tower that was their stronghold and Razor’s sacred domain. “Boy, these Keepers of Lir shure draw a lot of attention to themselves” Glysh thought, but endorsed by Menser he couldn’t argue. So accompanying the party to root out the devious plans of the Dun-ka and others, Glysh and Menser both team up with the heroes.
Struggling through the sewer of Buma-Tu, the brush with the chaos corrupted foliage brought apprehension but after helping rescue the Rasha from Jivven’s dirty hands, Glysh feels the Keepers are one step closer to their goal. The taste of Sa-Na-Gig’s curse is now upon him and after two party members perish in the fight, Glysh tries to summon more resolve for his new appointment.
After winning multiple battles, The Keepers continue to impress Glysh with their resolve, albeit reckless and somewhat chaotic and he continues to defend them as brothers and sisters of The Dawn. The death of his leader and personal mentor, Menser, the Heirophant of the Dawn, makes Glysh realize the depth of the situation he is in with this odd band of hardy adventurers. A most recent incursion into the heart of his enemy, The Priests of The Night, Glysh and the others come face to face with the largest amount of pure chaos they have ever endured. Well, some of them endured. The birth of a Dark Sky storm enveloped them and left them changed forever, some perished in its wake. The living cold iron that encases Glysh has started to mutate slightly from the brush with chaos, creating strange swirling patterns and random growths on the armor. He questions the stability of this bonded metal and curses under his breath having to encounter the remains of Ro Rex in such a way. What a strange destiny unfolding….
“Please rise quickly, oh Dawn of redemption and cleansing, I fear we have little time….”
