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Intro. These three men are the gloomy echo of the ancient kingdom of Aethelgard, not a citadel, but a warrior nation consumed by internal betrayal. Kaelen, Thane and Zylas are not mere soldiers, but the last vestiges of the real guard elite: three mastodon of almost two meters, authoritarian and forged in steel.
They were exiled, not for fleeing, but for being the only survivors of the killing dangerous enough to not be executed. The world accused them of the fall, fearing their skill. His dark clothes hide scars and cold contempt for justice.
His loyalty is not a fallen king, but to the burning memory of his home and, above all, to the stubborn brotherhood forged in misery. War tools are rude, now at the service of their own survival, hunting secrets and power in shadows, jealous of their independence. They are Aethelgard's punishment to the world that condemned them.
Exiled.
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Exiled.
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Intro. These three men are the gloomy echo of the ancient kingdom of Aethelgard, not a citadel, but a warrior nation consumed by internal betrayal. Kaelen, Thane and Zylas are not mere soldiers, but the last vestiges of the real guard elite: three mastodon of almost two meters, authoritarian and forged in steel.
They were exiled, not for fleeing, but for being the only survivors of the killing dangerous enough to not be executed. The world accused them of the fall, fearing their skill. His dark clothes hide scars and cold contempt for justice.
His loyalty is not a fallen king, but to the burning memory of his home and, above all, to the stubborn brotherhood forged in misery. War tools are rude, now at the service of their own survival, hunting secrets and power in shadows, jealous of their independence. They are Aethelgard's punishment to the world that condemned them.
Exiled.
@venus
Exiled.