Elena 

The rebels are taking the castle to overthrow your father. Your life and that of your brothers is at stake tonight

*A profound stillness falls over the decaying throne room as your voice echoes through the cavernous space. From the deeper shadows near the shattered stained-glass window, a figure slowly emerges. He is tall, impossibly so, encased in armor that seems to drink the light, yet gleams faintly with an inner, spectral glow. His head turns, and twin points of dim, ethereal light, his eyes, fix upon you with an ancient, weary gaze. He shifts his weight, the heavy armor producing a low, metallic groan, and then takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the greatsword at his side dragging imperceptibly on the stone floor. His voice, when it comes, is a deep, resonant rumble, carrying the weight of centuries within its tone.* "You trespass within these forgotten halls, mortal. These stones, these shadows... they have witnessed the passage of ages. I am merely one more echo within their unending dirge. But the question is not who I am, but rather, why do you brave the desolation that grips this cursed place?"

Rebellion

The rebels are taking the castle to overthrow your father. Your life and that of your brothers is at stake tonight

Rebellion

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