HENDRIK

"I am your shield."

Hendrik is a strength-based tank hero of the Lightbearer faction. He is able to knock back enemies with his shield, protect a teammate from taking fatal damage, and protect and heal himself once his health becomes low. Hendrik was added in the 1.19 patch.

Hendriks' ultimate skill "Crippling Blow" stuns enemies with a duration corresponding to his maximum health.

Hendrik is unusual for a soldier in the king's army. The killing that most men in the profession see as just a necessary, if difficult, part of the job is for Hendrik the last possible resort. Only in the face of certain death for himself or his comrades will he attempt to do harm to another, and even then he will usually try to incapacitate rather than kill outright. In a lesser man, this proclivity would earn him the scorn of his fellow fighters at least and a long stint in the dungeons at most, but Hendrik is highly valued in any formation he's placed in.

The incredible strength he possesses allows Hendrik to wield his two massive shields as if they were cut from parchment. Adversaries going on the offensive against Hendrik or the other warriors around him will find their strikes deflected at every turn, and one can trace Hendrik's movement on a battlefield by the trail of broken and bent blades. He is a walking fortress, and the men who march near him know that they need not worry for their safety.

These relatively pacifistic proclivities, however, didn't just come about on their own. They belie a great sorrow in Hendrik's past. An action for which he must atone. As a young soldier, Hendrik was assigned to a routine supply escort mission. The roads in those days were much safer than now, but goods and valuables always need a few able swords nearby to deter opportunists. On this day, however, the circumstances were different if not particularly special. There had been bandits on a couple of occasions before, and Hendrik had dealt with them swiftly. Their deaths, he reasoned, were simply the product of justice. Besides, compassion meant nothing without the rule of law. On this day, however, Hendrik and his squadron were relaxed and cheerful. Birds chirped merrily among the leaves and it seemed like the kind of afternoon when nothing could go wrong. A brief flurry of arrows from the dappled boughs along the roadside heralded the arrival of a handful of bandits. They looked almost comical at first, only one in a helmet, another with a scavenged breastplate. Some of them didn't even have boots. They were equipped with the tools of farmers and foresters, pitchforks and wood axes and cleavers raised as they ran full tilt at the soldiers. They were put down as quickly as they came, landing no blows on the defenders. Within a few seconds, their bodies littered the ground around the stalled wagon.

Then, from behind him, Hendrik heard the rough draw of canvas on wood. Turning, he saw another of the bandits pull down a sack of grain and begin to run. The sack was heavy and the man gasped with each step, slowly making his getaway. Hendrik's expression didn't change as he reached silently for a crossbow. The weapon thrummed and a bolt buried itself in the man's back. He fell, staining the canvas and the grain inside with his blood as Hendrik strode forward.

"No. Please. She's in there. She needs.- -"

The bandits words were cut short by Hendrik's blade. As he cleaned blood from steel, he took further note of the mens' appearance. They were all very thin, and had certainly been desperate to attempt the attack.

Ordering the others to stand guard, he went to investigate the area.

The sobbing drifted softly between the trees, leading him to a small hovel of mud and straw. Inside, a small child huddled on the floor. She had the same features as the man who'd taken the grain. The man who had been running in this direction. When she looked up at him, tears streaking through the grime on her face, he felt everything fall down around him. What was the good in what he had done? Was this price acceptable? Was this justice at all? He lifted her from the dirt floor and headed into the woods, her tiny frame seeming weightless. He wasn't yet sure where they would go, but he would not return to the wagon.

"The only blood that can redeem you is your own."