I remember hearing a voice. It was beautiful, like an angel. When she spoke, all worries melted away, all fears were forgotten, all life was renewed. I remember feeling home.
No one knows who my mother was. They say my father was a soldier, lost in a heroic battle against the elven kingdom of The Icy Embraces. I have no memory of him.
I possessed unnatural strength, agility, and other physical achievements. Some say I came from the heavens, destined to lead The Wilted Kingdom into a new age of peace and prosperity.
The greatest day of my life was Granite 1, 100. On that day I became a hearthperson of The Coalition of Desserts. And they make fun of my name. The feast was magnificent. Everyone drank to their heart’s content, and we were giddy with anticipation. 2 others, Islas Dresslaw and Tod Latheredcradeled, joined me. We were knighted by our Lord and swore to protect the kingdom at all costs.
Granite 15, 100I was ready. I had prepared my entire life for this moment. Today, I would become like my father, a hero in the eyes of men.
My lord reminded me that there is no need for violence. "The kingdom," he said, "Has experienced a golden age for the past 30 years, unlike any other.
Despite his disagreement, I continued to ask to go. Unlike him, I needed this. I needed to go on this adventure. I needed to live up to my father's memory. Eventually, he finally gave in to my request.
He also gave me directions to another nearby bandit camp. He then said I was free to take any of the weapons or armor stored below, as well as take anyone I wished with me. I think he was just tired of me talking to him.
Quickly, I found a full set of iron armor. Islas and Tod were both equally excited to leave. Finally, I spoke with Lekla Drumblunted.
Lekla, despite being only 18, had the most experience outside the hamlet of all of us. He had seen the outside world, and unlike most, came back. Despite not agreeing with my quest or my enthusiasm, I persuaded him too to join us. We would need his skill with an axe if we were to be attacked.
Armored, armed, and among allies, we set out.
We had a long journey ahead of us.
Mec Rosylance sat down. She smiled. For thirty years, The Withered Kingdom had enjoyed a time of peace and prosperity not seen in the entire world. A man rushed through the door, terror in his eyes.
“He’s back,” he said, “Anur has just settled in Esteemedchains.”
Mec asked, “Who?” But even as she spoke, she knew the answer. She knew exactly what caused a grown man be terrified like that. “What do we do?”
The man looked up, “Pray to the gods,” he said. “Pray that they might deliver us from evil.”
(Ooh, a twist ending)
OOC: Sorry about the boring first update, that homework took longer than I thought it would. I've played more than just the beginning, so far the adventure includes a goblin massacre, a flying zombie ambush, and a genocidal Law-Giver.
@Demonic Spoon: I added you to the turn list.
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