|Patch 4.0: Stormblood
|Though commonly known as one of the young leaders of the Ala Mhigan Resistance, Widargelt's true birth name is Theodred, and he is nephew to Theodoric, the last king of Ala Mhigo. When he was scarce more than a babe, Widargelt's mother sent him away to a remote temple of the Fist of Rhalgr, where he was sheltered from his demented uncle's purge of the royal line. His parents, however, failed to escape the mad king's frenzy of executions.
The orphaned Widargelt was left to be raised by elderly monks, who indoctrinated him in the way of the Fist. Upon reaching manhood, the idea of joining the Resistance and fighting to restore his fallen nation was a calling his Ala Mhigan blood could not ignore.
Temple Attire: The religious habit of the Fist of Rhalgr, made entirely on the temple grounds. The cloth is loomed by monks, the thread spun from the cocoons of remarkable worms unknown to naturalists but which arise in great numbers in the temple seolc-house. Every stitch is half as wide as its wearer's little fingernail, and it is said that the result forms a holy geometry to further open one's chakras.
Tantra Attire: Only elders in the Fist of Rhalgr are permitted to don this attire. Though the thread used in its creation is the same as that woven into the standard temple habit, the veteran monks looming the tantra cloth imbue each stitch with concentrated energy, resulting in a significantly higher rate of aetherial conductivity. A monk's chakras are thus greatly expanded when swathed in such material, but without the training required to moderate the excessive outpouring of aether, an unseasoned wearer would bleed out his entire life essence in a matter of moments.
Sphairai: A pair of Sphairai cunningly wrought in the form of coeurls. The sweat of Ivon Coeurlfist and blood of his enemies anoint these ever-snarling beasts of hide and metal. Perhaps the most famed of the warrior monks of the Fist of Rhalgr, Ivon is said to have eschewed the training grounds of the main temple in favor of martial congress with wild coeurls.
Rising Suns: These ornate weapons cover the entire fist, the radial pattern of their spikes lending the impression of a dawning sun's lancing rays. The origin of the Rising Suns' name, however, is not found in their design alone. Forged from a delicate balance of mythril and silver, the spikes act as conduits, conveying and radiating the energies focused in the monk's fists. A master practitioner equipped with these weapons is capable of emitting blinding levels of aether, each blow falling with terrible, incandescent force.