Gallat Morningstar (32mm, 75mm, 100mm)
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Gallat Morningstar, the eternal knight of the church, was both a symbol of divine justice and a living nightmare for sinners. Encased in unyielding armor of cold steel, he had forged his own penance, sealing himself inside a suit that could never be removed. His conical helm was a haunting sight—its visor replaced by wrought-iron hands, as if shielding his gaze from the impurity of the world. In his right hand, he carried a censer, the sacred incense within exuding a thick, shimmering smoke that struck terror into the hearts of the unworthy. For the wicked, the fumes were unbearable, filling their lungs with burning anguish that mirrored the torment of their souls. In his left hand gleamed a blade, its edge kissed with silver, sharp enough to sever sin from existence itself.
Wherever Gallat walked, the air grew heavy with sanctity, and whispers of his approach sent waves of dread through those with darkened hearts. One night, he arrived at a village overrun by corruption—thieves, false priests, and murderers ruled the streets. As he strode into the town square, the scent of his censer filled the air, and screams erupted as the guilty fell to their knees, clawing at their throats, unable to bear the weight of their sins. Gallat's voice did not rise in sermon or rebuke; his silence was his judgment. One by one, he brought his blade down upon the damned, granting them release from their suffering. When the sun rose, the village was silent, the air clear of smoke, and Gallat Morningstar was gone—vanished into the horizon, leaving only his legend and the scent of incense in his wake.
