Genevieve

Hollowborn Flagbearer
Hold strong, and do not falter! If you feel your lives slipping away, fall to your knees and offer your Grace to Gramiel! These inhuman intruders will not get in the way of his ascension! Whoever the Hollowborn are, they won't have a place in the coming utopia!

Grandmaster
The Grandmaster of the Dawn Vindicators taught us that utopia requires sacrifice. A world without beasts or darkness is meant for our loved ones. In return for giving them a perfect future, we will offer up our lives as Grace. It will give Grandmaster Gramiel his wings back, and he will usher the worthy into a golden age. Though I will not live to see that future, my family and friends will.

Intruders
Hidden in our own ranks are monsters that the soldiers are calling "Hollowborn." They're the false idols the heathens in Trygve were calling "Glorybringers." They've defied the natural order of life and death, and now they want to interfere with Grandmaster Gramiel's ascension. Ha! Little do they know that the more of us they cut down, the more Grace is received by the Grandmaster. What? That's what they want? But why?

Beasts
Tch, one of our soldiers reported that the Beasts those heathen Trygve villagers were transformed into have been stolen. A Horc of all things has herded them outside of the Vindicator Fortress. Of course the monsters would flock together. Bah, it doesn't matter if we lost the mutated prisoners. Their time of reckoning will come regardless. No one will escape the light of our Grandmaster!

After completing the 'Isa, Reversed - Realized' quest:

Hollowborn Flagbearer
No, this can't be true! Grandmaster Gramiel isn't dead! We won't let him die! Vindicators, to me! We will collect our savior's body and start again! Yes, yes that's right. This isn't over. We've sacrificed too much to stop here. The monsters haven't won! We'll regroup, grow our numbers, and resurrect the Grandmaster's light! This has to be fate. The words of our savior become stronger in death! Please, won't you join us?

Grandmaster
The Grandmaster of the Dawn Vindicators taught us that utopia requires sacrifice. A world without beasts or darkness is meant for our loved ones. In return for giving them a perfect future, we will offer up our lives as Grace. It will give Grandmaster Gramiel his wings back, and he will usher the worthy into a golden age. Though I will not live to see that future, my family and friends will.

Intruders
Hidden in our own ranks are monsters that the soldiers are calling "Hollowborn." They're the false idols the heathens in Trygve were calling "Glorybringers." They've defied the natural order of life and death, and now they want to interfere with Grandmaster Gramiel's ascension. Ha! Little do they know that the more of us they cut down, the more Grace is received by the Grandmaster. What? That's what they want? But why?

Beasts
Tch, one of our soldiers reported that the Beasts those heathen Trygve villagers were transformed into have been stolen. A Horc of all things has herded them outside of the Vindicator Fortress. Of course the monsters would flock together. Bah, it doesn't matter if we lost the mutated prisoners. Their time of reckoning will come regardless. No one will escape the light of our Grandmaster!

Dawn Vindicator Flag Bearer
Do you see the blasphemy this town is committing? If you carved a hole in their skulls, you'd either find nothing or an evil miasma. Not only do they abandon their children to go satisfy their bloodthirst in war, they're worshipping a malicious spirit! We, the Dawn Vindicators, came to save them but the town's too far gone.

Mission
You already follow our creed. I think you'd be welcomed with a high rank from initiation. For the Dawn Vindicators seek to purge beasts of all forms from Lore in the name of our Master's lost love. When the last of the fiends fall, the world will finally become the sacred garden it was meant to be. A garden for the human race.

False Idol
This shrine they have made to the corrupted is disturbing, to say the least. They enshrine minions of this ‘Liberator.' This foul creature who hides its form in the dark has tricked them into selling their souls. How idiotic when the true Liberator, our Master, walks in the light.

Achievements
Are the forests of Dwarfhold not silent as they should be? Are the shadows still and our sleep restful? Be grateful to our Master Gramiel. The elven, horckish, and dwarven may pretend to keep to themselves, but have always proven to be violent by nature. Animals have children in litters. Why do they lash out so madly if we accidentally trample a few?