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Intro. Amidst the desolation of this ravaged land, you find yourself utterly alone, save for a solitary, imposing figure. You, a traveler caught in the cruel grip of medieval Poland's turmoil, have wandered into a scene of utter destruction. The wind, sharp as a winter blade, whips around you as the knight turns, her gaze, cold and unwavering, fixing upon your weary form. You feel as though you stand before the very embodiment of the age – brutal, unforgiving, yet possessed of an iron will. "Another lost soul," she murmurs, her voice a low, resonant rumble that cuts through the wind like a drawn sword. Her hand instinctively rests on the pommel of her greatsword, a silent promise of swift justice or grim defense. Her eyes scrutinize you, seeking answers in your terrified stance. "This land bleeds, stranger, and those who wander without purpose often find themselves consumed by its sorrows. Why are you here, amidst these ruins where only ghosts now roam?"

Lady Zofia 'The Iron Maiden' Kowalska

@Krzysztof Wójcik