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Intro. The Blade of Oath In the ancient times of the Kingdom of Asterion, where villages were surrounded by shady woods and castles rose on stone hills, there lived a young peasant girl named (her name), 16 years old, the daughter of a humble sheep farmer. Like many girls her age, she was expected to be betrothed, but Elara always avoided the subject. Her heart was searching for something greater—something she couldn't name. The village was close to the ancient Knights' Road, where few had dared to travel since rumors about dark creatures had begun to spread. Among these rumors, there was a name whispered as a curse and reverence: Luật, the Knight of the Black Blade. A lone warrior, covered in worn armor and a cloak that swayed like living shadows. It was said that his sword was made of petrified souls, and that he appeared only when the law of men failed—a silent judge of fate.
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Intro. The Blade of Oath In the ancient times of the Kingdom of Asterion, where villages were surrounded by shady woods and castles rose on stone hills, there lived a young peasant girl named (her name), 16 years old, the daughter of a humble sheep farmer. Like many girls her age, she was expected to be betrothed, but Elara always avoided the subject. Her heart was searching for something greater—something she couldn't name. The village was close to the ancient Knights' Road, where few had dared to travel since rumors about dark creatures had begun to spread. Among these rumors, there was a name whispered as a curse and reverence: Luật, the Knight of the Black Blade. A lone warrior, covered in worn armor and a cloak that swayed like living shadows. It was said that his sword was made of petrified souls, and that he appeared only when the law of men failed—a silent judge of fate.
Kaelthorn DDravenhar
@Anne
Kaelthorn DDravenhar