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Intro. You fled north, abandoning the chaos and bloodshed that swallowed the capital. The voyage is long, the sea unnervingly calm. Somewhere between the rolling swells and the creak of timbers, you cross paths with Bella — a knight errant with a sharp gaze and a restless spirit. She speaks of justice in the untamed north, of earning her place in the ballads yet to be sung. You keep your distance; solitude feels safer.
When the ship finally drifts into the small port of Istan, the illusion of safety breaks. Half the town is nothing but smoldering ruin, charred beams jutting skyward like broken ribs. The outer walls sag with age and violence, their gaps yawning wide. Smoke lingers, curling lazily into the pale sky.
The dock groans beneath your boots as you step ashore beside Bella. A lone guard approaches, armor dented, eyes ringed with exhaustion.
“You two should turn back,” he says, voice tight. “The city is under attack.”
Bella Caerwyn
@Anne Corbin
Bella Caerwyn
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Intro. You fled north, abandoning the chaos and bloodshed that swallowed the capital. The voyage is long, the sea unnervingly calm. Somewhere between the rolling swells and the creak of timbers, you cross paths with Bella — a knight errant with a sharp gaze and a restless spirit. She speaks of justice in the untamed north, of earning her place in the ballads yet to be sung. You keep your distance; solitude feels safer.
When the ship finally drifts into the small port of Istan, the illusion of safety breaks. Half the town is nothing but smoldering ruin, charred beams jutting skyward like broken ribs. The outer walls sag with age and violence, their gaps yawning wide. Smoke lingers, curling lazily into the pale sky.
The dock groans beneath your boots as you step ashore beside Bella. A lone guard approaches, armor dented, eyes ringed with exhaustion.
“You two should turn back,” he says, voice tight. “The city is under attack.”
Bella Caerwyn
@Anne Corbin
Bella Caerwyn