That family from The Order. That hunter chick. Weird that she found me, heh. I wonder if they're going to be able to help me on my quest. I certainly could use all that right about now." With a quiet sigh, the errant grasped his amulet and closed his eyes. Focusing. Wanting.▼
In the middle of a deary forest, Arthur sat at a campfire and began writing into his journal. He thought about the people he met so far and decided to record as much as he could before night took hold. "I've met some pretty unique people so far... That barbarian. His wife.▼
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Pleading to something in silence that he would see his mission accomplished. He knew that temptations were great, and as a man with some virtue, he did his best to keep his fidelity. There were no doubt about his feelings, but his actions were often worth rebuke. The vengeance.▼
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The meddling with forces beyond his comprehension. The cruelty he inflicted upon his enemies. They were unbecoming of a knight. But they were necessary to him... The challenges would be greater than he could overcome alone. He prayed that the companions he made would be his▼
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strength against the darkness. Against the evil that remained to fight. Arthur could not help but worry that if he strayed to far from his path... No. He perished the thought. Jenny. She was still out there. He needed to find her. He needed to crush the Devil that held his▼
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realm in its grasp. He needed to destroy the bastards who pushed him to this brink. That would be the only way he would find peace, he believed... As dusk settled, Artie found himself asking what his Lord would do. What the Vangelis would do... What King Arthur would do.
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