The story of finding the pic itself is boring. Google Image Search for "phoenix". The story is a bit cooler, if you're a nerd like me.
See, Eniliad comes from my first D&D character, Eniliad Dragonsbane. The last name makes sense in context but I won't bore you with the backstory. We were doing a hybrid Pathfinder with some homebrew options. We were doing the closest we could to an Epic campaign at this point, and I chose to multiclass (Ranger 20 / Druid 5 by completion). As it was Epic levels, I got some custom options for summoning, as well as a fast-track to high level spells for the class (in order to not make leveling up a waste). Some asshole necromancer with delusions of grandeur opened portals to shadow dimensions (basically Hell gates for the uninitiated). He couldn't control the Level 20+ summons and got his ass floored almost instantly, and before anyone knew it, half the kingdom had been overthrown.
Well, we Epic-level adventurers sure as hell weren't about to let that go down, so we tried to find ways to slow down or stop the minions of hell from taking over the world (yikes, don't let fundies read this post...) but ultimately failed. In fact, things failed so catastrophically that soon we had a Minas Tirith situation outside the capital of the last city not to fall to them, only without Aragorn, the dead army, or the Rohirrim. In a word, we were basically fucked. The party discovered a path to the sea that we could use to escape the continent and eventually safety. Only problem was, we'd have to abandon a citadel of about 10,000 innocent people to the slaughter.
So instead, we let
them get onto the ship, and we decided to stall the invading army long enough to get the civilians out of bombardment range. As the last ship set sail, we turned to face the stampeding horde of demons, daemons, devils and evil shit as far as the eye could see. Eniliad, badass mofo that he is, used his Epic Summon to call a host of mounts for the party, including for himself a Phoenix (again, custom shit homebrewed in).
And so, Eniliad Dragonsbane died charging the very legions of darkness with a screeching phoenix, screaming battle cries the entire way until we were finally overwhelmed. And
that, ladies and gents, is how you die with honor in D&D.