Inadjah the Celestial Lion

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The Elysium... A dimension where the force of Good is the most intense...

For as long as History can be traced, it has been protected by the guardinals, those animal-featured beings and inhabitants of the plane. And among them, since the dawn of time, stand their champions: the Celestial Lion, and his Five Companions.
But these paragons of virtue have not always been the same. For over the millennia, some Companions withdrew, allowing others to continue their mission. Thus, even Talisid, supreme guardian of Elysium, was not the only Celestial Lion to have existed, although he has been there since ages so remotely far that only a few souls still remember his predecessors.
And yet... A breath, a whisper, sometimes a memory, resurfaces from the unfathomable depths of Time...

His name was Inadjah.
He who, eons ago now, once had the title of Celestial Lion.

The echoes of his past life are nothing more than fragments of memory, lost to nothingness. But somewhere still exists, perhaps far deep into the minds of forgotten gods or antediluvian entities, a fragment of his existence. Among the rare who succesfully glimpse the shadows of the infinitely distant, this was revealed to them:

Inadjah was a leonal with an impetuous temper. It is said that, his devotion to the cause of Good was so intense, his mane seemed to come alive with radiant energy at his slightest movement. Despite his role of guardian, his aversion to the very existence of Evil have led him to the Gray Waste of Hades, plane of despair and absolute evil, the dark mirror of Elysium.
It is unknown what consequences these campaigns, pursued to eraticate Malevolence at its deepest roots, had on the world. Through ethereal rumors, some speak of cataclysmic conflicts, fallen Companions, cosmic disturbances, and the Underworld. Other voices, unfathomables, whisper that What has been hidden beneath the surface of Eronia, the second layer of Elysium, played a role or was imprisoned during that forgotten age.
Further away, at last, scattered among the fragments of indescriptible frames, a silhouette may emerge. A solitary silhouette, blurred by the mist of a colorless place.
The familiar silhouette of a leonal.

And perhaps, these visions could be not as distant as they might seem... For in the secrecy of time and oblivion, hidden or locked away, lost or refound, the rumor of a name now rises again.
A name that, for imperceptible reasons, have resurfaced from the void.

And that name is Inadjah.