[@Letter Bee]

Hope would laugh, a hearty, full rumbling chuckle, and he would lay a hand on your shoulder, as warm and great as any other part of him.

"I am Hope Mikhail. I am Hope itself. You m ay call my Siegfried, or Sir Knight. Whatever you would wish. It is true, I come from the atheriel plane, a place of dreams and magic beyond this world. And you will be my Squire. You see, this cult you were given to, the people, they tried to use the rising of the Blue Moon, a rare magical event, to lift the veil between your world and the beyond, to awaken magic, and cause our worlds to meld. Among the ather there exists creatures, beings such as I, who exist as the very focus of human emotions. They were lead by one such force, that High Priest who served one of my siblings, and used their magic to bind these people to it's will. The pit, the machine, these trials- all part of their plan to raise their master, a being of Despair, Hate, Fear, perhaps even Misery, who are powerful in the way that I am powerful, some more or less so. I am the very embodiment of human Hope itself, and you can serve me by spreading my will, root out my brothers and sisters, these infernal machines, destroy them both and right your world. Or I feel only devastation can come," he would look grave, serious and hard set, and he would speak in a very low, meaningful tone.

"Mikhail, there is a great task before you. If those like me should succeed, disaster will spell for you, I, and the entire human race. As one who was so filled with Hope, I chose you, who at that very moment was in a destined place. Serve me here and now as my squire, with my sword at your side, and raise the banner across the lands- give your people a reason to look for the new dawn, and go forth to forge it. Do you believe you can do this?"

It is daunting. Many perils lie ahead. Some of these things, you may never understand, but still, it is your choice wether you will fight or fall, and if you believe that the world can be saved.