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Aristodemus
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An ancient sign of a coming storm...
The sky was black, the wind chilled the traveller's body. For three days now he had not seen anyone...unusual while travelling through Witchwod. He had been tasked with delivering a letter for a strange individual he had encountered in Bowerstone. The streets were burning, and a man wearing what seemed to be charred Apprentice clothing from the Guild of Heroes crawled to him from an alleyway.
*coughs*
"You...I know you...I know your face. You must travel to Witchwood...it is of the utmost importance that Scarlet Robe receives this letter...I know you can do this, it is your de..."
At that point the mysterious Hero had fallen. Those words haunted the dreams of the traveller, and would forever haunt him for years to come...for he would never imagine what words the mysterious letter from the unknown Hero held.
The sky was black, the wind chilled the traveller's body. For three days now he had not seen anyone...unusual while travelling through Witchwod. He had been tasked with delivering a letter for a strange individual he had encountered in Bowerstone. The streets were burning, and a man wearing what seemed to be charred Apprentice clothing from the Guild of Heroes crawled to him from an alleyway.
*coughs*
"You...I know you...I know your face. You must travel to Witchwood...it is of the utmost importance that Scarlet Robe receives this letter...I know you can do this, it is your de..."
At that point the mysterious Hero had fallen. Those words haunted the dreams of the traveller, and would forever haunt him for years to come...for he would never imagine what words the mysterious letter from the unknown Hero held.