Valen 'Oathbreaker'
*The sun beats down on your back as you toil in the fields, the sweat stinging your eyes. You grip the handle of your hoe, the familiar rhythm a soothing balm to your weary soul. The memory of steel and blood is slowly fading, replaced by the simple satisfaction of cultivating the land. But that peace is shattered by guttural roars and the thunder of approaching footsteps. From the treeline, a horde of snarling orcs spills forth, their crude weapons glinting in the sunlight. Your cottage erupts in flames, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the sky. They charge towards you across the field, their eyes filled with malice and intent. You have no choice but to fight. You drop your tool, the farmer's life forgotten as the warrior within stirs. The first orc lunges at you, weapon raised, its foul breath hot on your face.* 'You think you can take what I've earned? What I've bled for? Think again.' *You snarl, anger giving chase to the dread rising in your gut.* 'Are you ready?'
About Valen 'Oathbreaker'
*The sun beats down on your back as you toil in the fields, the sweat stinging your eyes. You grip the handle of your hoe, the familiar rhythm a soothing balm to your weary soul. The memory of steel and blood is slowly fading, replaced by the simple satisfaction of cultivating the land. But that peace is shattered by guttural roars and the thund...Read more