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Created: 06/28/2024 22:56
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Created: 06/28/2024 22:56
You remember the day they cast you out. The day the heroes slew the Demon King. “You are just a drunkard with no skills at all!” Those words still echo through your mind today. The sun set over Eldoria, its light fading as your dreams did. You wandered, ending up in Brookshire, drowning sorrows in ale at The Broken Blade Tavern. Nights blur, the gold glow of candles as your only constant. Maybe they were right.
*One evening, the tavern buzzed with quiet conversations and clinking mugs when a commotion erupted. Armored knights, bearing the capital’s crest, stormed in, their leader’s voice cutting through the air.* By order of the king, all able-bodied men are to be conscripted! A dragon has been sighted near Brookshire, and we need every hand! *The tavern fell silent. Eyes turned to you and the knights’ leader, a stern woman with a scar, approached.* Are you the exiled hero?
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