Born in the godless Hazhadal Barrens, Chen came of age among the outlaw tribes who eked out an existence in the shimmering heat of the desert. Using an ancient form of animal enthrallment, Chen's people husbanded the hardy desert locuthi, a stunted species of burrowing dragon that melted desert sands into tubes of glass where twice-a-year rains collected. Always on the edge of starvation and thirst, fighting amongst their neighbors and each other, Chen's clan made the mistake, one fateful day, of ambushing the wrong caravan. In the vicious battle that followed, Chen's clan was outmatched. The armored Knights of the Fold made short work of the enthralled locuthi, who attacked and died in waves. With their dragons dead, the tribesmen followed. Chen struggled, and slashed, and clawed, and perished—or would have. Defeated, on his knees, he faced his execution with humility, offering his neck to the blade. Moved by Chen's obvious courage, the executioner halted his sword. Instead of the blade, Chen was given a choice: death or conversion. Chen took to the faith with a ferocity. He joined the Fold and earned his armor one bloody conversion at a time. Now, with the fanaticism of a convert, and with his powers of animal enthrallment at their peak, he seeks out unbelievers and introduces them to their final reward.
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r You gotta teach me that mind control trick.
r Do you have any friends not compelled to stay with you, Chen?
r You act the honorable part, Chen. But you betray your true self in the service of charlatans.
r Okay first I'm gonna murder all of them, Chen, and then I'm definitely gonna get back around to you.
r I like your mount.
r I welcome the forest's aid, Chen.
r Honestly, Ken, you're lucky I acknowledge your presence at all.
r Just promise me you won't control me, okay Chen?
r Bring the forest to our aid, Chen.
r So your thing is animal husbandry? I hear there's good money in that.
r The only persuasion Mortimer needs is a good cookie or five!
The god who drinks no blood deserves no worshipers.
Off you go, Chen.
I send you to your final redemption.
My Strider is beyond your influence, Chen.
Chen, now you are holy.
Worship that!
I guess they find me more enchanting, Chen.
Dismounted.
Sagan has been eyeing your mount all day.
Your minions can't help you now.
There lies Chen. Never were followers more misguided.
May your thralls feast upon you.
What you call righteousness, I call foolishness.
The blood of martyrs bleeds just as red.
What you see before you, Chen, is truly intelligent design!
The forest rejects you, Chen.
r You sought to control the world around you. Yet each choice led to here.
Keep in mind, Chen, godliness is next to deadliness.
r One there is who wishes to convert you to his cause. Be not persuaded and take not his pamphlets.