Notes

At the beginning of Time, before Time had been birthed and begun it's spinning of life. There stood three beings. When Time was but an infant, it approached each, and asked of them an identity. It warned each, to create a fate worth having, for even if begged, Time could not change it. The first approached Time, and told him he was of salt. His influence was the light that spied on existence, his white eye ever hanging in the sky. Time agreed, and so it was. The second had always been at Time's side, but only now asked his identity. He told him he was of coal, and that it was his shadow that hugged reality. That when day's fire would extinguish, he would tend the night's char. Time thought for a second, and agreed, remarking that he would have suggested the same. Finally the third's turn came. But it stayed back, seemingly not aware Time was awaiting it. It approached the final being and it seemed surprised at the attention. The question was asked again, and the third paused in thought. It said it was of blood, and that it's was the love that chased after Time. For it would be the blood's children who'd cherish every second granted. Time had already known this, and it's always been.

Knight of Storms - Originally misinterpreted as the Night of Storms, he possesses the ability to take the form of an enormous cloud. Dark as the strongest hurricanes but without rain. In truth, the cloud is not water, but ash. For he was the scavenger who found the Fumispear in a hill of corpses. Because of this, he holds the permanent pact for it, and can grant it's summoning to whoever he pleases. The last person to receive this gift, was Asque. He is quite sympathetic and takes pity on less privileged people, going so far as to bestow his blessings, similar to how a god was. Make no mistake however, a god is far from what he is. After all this time, he's more the physical manifestation of the Court Mage's disaster. Appearance wise, he stands at 3 meters, but is oddly skinny for his height. He sports an ash greatsword as tall as him, white with the same texture as the blade of the Fumispear.

"Skies oft lonely. Rain isn't much for company."
-Knight of Storms, on why he descends from his clouds.