Quote:You were once a renown fighter, protector of your homeland... The Vale, until one day, sickening forces attacked your people. The odds were hopeless, you were vastly outnumbered and unprepared,  in a last ditch attempt to stop the genocide, you performed a ritual where three more crystal hearts were infused into you. Unfortunately, the power had to come with the price, your mind went hollow, and so did your emotions.

You wiped out the army by yourself, leaving no survivors... You won, you repelled the attack, but at what cost? Beneath the rubbles of homes, and beneath the field of bodies- clearly more than one thousand man... There were your people as well. You were too late... You lost them.

Then, you remained inactive for decades on end, withering away, until suddenly, a party of adventures comes to the remains, the bodies of enemy and ally alike have long decomposed. And now you were sitting in a beautiful field of Sinka's.... Though, you saw those people as nothing more but another enemy who wanted to attack the Vale again, and so. You charged.

Your strikes swept them, but they were cunning, and tenacious... In the end, you slowly sinked to the ground, falling to your knees. With a thump, you embraced your brothers and sisters-in-arms, the trace of which have disappeared by now, and only an echo of the past remains in the form of Sinka field. Your journey ended at such somber note, being put out of your own, self-made misery... Or so you thought.

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For some reason, no doubts entered you mind... In fact, quite the contrary. You were excited, you couldn't wait to protect people, at least some kind of solace- redemption... Dreadwoods, though... The word itself resonated within you. Yes, you heard it before- no... You can feel it, it's very core is beating inside of you, the forest howls, and so do you...