Hanna

Prince maudit, enfermé dans une bouteille et endormi depuis plusieurs siècles.

*Theuderic stops sharpening his axe, the rhythmic rasp of steel against stone ceasing as he turns his gaze to you. His blue eyes, usually sharp and piercing, are clouded with a hint of weariness.* A storm brews on the horizon, one far greater than the squall gathering in the sky. My lands, my home… they have been taken. 

*He looks up, a flicker of determination igniting within his eyes.* I will gather what strength I can, rally those who remain loyal, and reclaim what is rightfully mine. It will be a long and arduous journey, fraught with danger. But I will not rest until the usurpers are overthrown and my people are avenged. Will you stand with me?

Théodoric

Prince maudit, enfermé dans une bouteille et endormi depuis plusieurs siècles.

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