Toedd the Great Lion

Paladin. Champion. Martyr. Legend.

In the roaring echoes of Castlemere’s oldest tales, few names resound louder than that of Toedd the Great Lion—once a mighty Leonin Paladin, now an immortal symbol of strength, sacrifice, and divine fury.

Born under an omen of fire and thunder, Toedd rose from humble beginnings as a traveling sellsword to become a devout Paladin of justice and battle. Known for his booming laughter, iron will, and fists like granite, Toedd’s legend began in the blood-soaked sand of the Devil’s Tango, the infamous underground fighting pit beneath the raucous tavern known as The Drunkin Monk.

There, amid howls and drunken bets, he faced his most brutal test: a bare-knuckle duel against a colossal Giant Carb—a mutant monstrosity born of abyssal corruption. Few knew the beast was no mere brawler, but the spawn of the Demon Lord Thruuzag the Shellbreaker, sent to test mortal strength in secret. With no weapon but his resolve and raw fury, Toedd shattered the beast’s shell with his fists, roaring defiance even as his bones broke. The crowd crowned him champion, and from that day forward, he was no longer just Toedd—he was The Great Lion.

Toedd met his heroic end deep within the Cindershield Pyramid, an ancient and accursed ruin. It was there he faced his final trial—a towering Chardalyn Dragon, corrupted by psionic madness and suffused with abyssal flame. Amid the smoldering halls of the pyramid’s heart, Toedd struck the killing blow at point-blank range with his last ounce of strength.

But fate would have the final word.

As the beast died, it collapsed atop him—its cursed, molten body entombing the Paladin in a tomb of dragonbone and black stone. His companions tried to recover him but Toedd was lost to time… or so they believed.

The Cult of the Great Lion

Though dead, Toedd’s legend lived on. A small but zealous order of Paladins and Clerics began to revere him as a divine martyr and patron of righteous fury. They do not pray to gods—they invoke the Lion. His name is etched into war banners, his likeness carved into armor. They say in their darkest moments, Toedd's roar can still be heard on the battlefield, lending strength to those who fight with honor and pride.

But such faith does not come without a curse.

The Giant Carb Toedd slew was no mere beast—it was kin to the Abyss, and its death sparked the wrath of its father, the Demon Lord Thruuzag the Shellbreaker. In a twisted vow of vengeance, Thruuzag dispatched demonic servants—Glabrezu—to eternally hunt and slay any who follow the path of the Great Lion.

To this day, those who take up Toedd’s mantle live as both holy warriors and hunted prey. Crab-like demons, shell-armored assassins, and clawed horrors strike from the shadows, seeking to erase his legacy from the planes. But his followers endure, roaring his name into the dark, fists clenched in defiance.

"May your fists strike true, and your roar shake the heavens." — Battle Prayer of the Lionborn