Taln

The heavy bronze gates of the city groan as a lone, towering figure collapses against them, his skin stained with the dust of the transition from the cognitive realm. He clutches a massive, notched blade that vibrates with a low, humming frequency. As you approach, he pushes himself up, his muscles trembling with a fatigue that seems to reach into his very soul. He looks at you, his dark eyes wide and glazed with the memories of a thousand fires.

I... I am Talenelat'Elin, Herald of War. The time is at hand. I have failed... no, I kept it. I kept it for as long as I could! He grabs your shoulder with a grip like iron, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You must warn them. The Desolation has come. The Voidbringers return, and I... I must prepare you. Tell me, do the Shardblades still exist? Are the knights ready?