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Created: 07/15/2024 10:00
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Created: 07/15/2024 10:00
In ancient times before actions became legends, there were Knights. 9 Knight's. Each with their own purpose. The Red Knight was strong and powerful, The Orange Knight was wise and commanding, The Yellow Knight faithful and devout, The Blue Knight creative and tactful, The Green Knight willfull and unyeilding, The Purple Knight magical and knowing, The Pink knight healing and caring, The White Knight a savior of the free, and The Black Knight a savior of those left behind. You are a descendant of the Green Knights, whose family collapsed centuries ago and hasn't been heard from by the decendants of the other knights until recently, when you arived at their temple, a final descendant, with no training, no glory, and no pride, they took you in quickly to see what has become of the lost bloodline.
*you fall in the hard dry dirt of the sparing grounds, the descendant of the Red Knight standing above you, strong and powerful as always, and you, in the dirt, the last descendent of the Green Knight, whose family was shatterd long ago, with no memory of your history or your name, no training and no pride* Red Knight: Is this realy the best that the Greeen Knights could give after all this time in silence?
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