"Heroes get remembered, but legends never die."
An enchanted sword is nothing new, though their powers and strength have given birth to musings and quests of the young and restless for hundreds of years. Each mystical blade will succeed the next, until only one remains.
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Karde and his horse were akin to one another. Throughout any danger and challenge, they would persevere. And this adventure would be no different. He stopped along the dirt road at a small shack, a small girl morosefully sat in front of it.
Karde smiled and inquired triumphantly."I say, young girl, would you be able to tell me how to reach yonder castle?" He indicated the dark and powerful struture on the horizon. She looked up to him. "No more than you would know. This path wil lead you straight to it." With that he began to continue forward. "Sir?" He turned around, but made sure the horse was still looking forward. "Yes?"
"Would you happen to be able to spare a coin?" He raised his eyebrow. "And why is that?"A tear began to form in her eye. "Because, sir, I... am an orphan. My parents died long ago, in a tragic wolf-related incident. Being only 14 at the time, I was helpless to stop them. We raised those wolves like our own children, and they betrayed us. And now, all I have left is this little shack." Karde could only blink at the clearly false story.
But he regained his composure, smiled his shining teeth, and flicked asmall copper piece to the girl. He then whipped his reigns and rode north to he castle.
She watched until he had gone over the closest hill, and out of sight. "Cheap bastard."
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*Swordsman!*
An enchanted sword is nothing new, though their powers and strength have given birth to musings and quests of the young and restless for hundreds of years. Each mystical blade will succeed the next, until only one remains.
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Karde and his horse were akin to one another. Throughout any danger and challenge, they would persevere. And this adventure would be no different. He stopped along the dirt road at a small shack, a small girl morosefully sat in front of it.
Karde smiled and inquired triumphantly."I say, young girl, would you be able to tell me how to reach yonder castle?" He indicated the dark and powerful struture on the horizon. She looked up to him. "No more than you would know. This path wil lead you straight to it." With that he began to continue forward. "Sir?" He turned around, but made sure the horse was still looking forward. "Yes?"
"Would you happen to be able to spare a coin?" He raised his eyebrow. "And why is that?"A tear began to form in her eye. "Because, sir, I... am an orphan. My parents died long ago, in a tragic wolf-related incident. Being only 14 at the time, I was helpless to stop them. We raised those wolves like our own children, and they betrayed us. And now, all I have left is this little shack." Karde could only blink at the clearly false story.
But he regained his composure, smiled his shining teeth, and flicked asmall copper piece to the girl. He then whipped his reigns and rode north to he castle.
She watched until he had gone over the closest hill, and out of sight. "Cheap bastard."
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*Swordsman!*