Knowledge
ID: 11411
Father and Son
Description
I was someone without roots. One who came up like a weed in a land ravaged by war.
We who were weeds NPC Item were fed, bathed, dressed, and trained into mercenaries. We were thankful to him, the one we called "father," and followed him without question.
Our fame as mercenaries grew, and one day, an envoy from the Kingdom of Dandelion arrived. They requested our aid in assaulting the Kingdom of Lakhsi.
We laid waste to all that was Lakhsi. For that was what we were paid to do. In an instant, we had the once mighty forces of Lakhsi by the throat. And yet... what waited for us there... was a dark and deep monstrosity... awaiting an offering.
It was a ruse set for us by the Kingdom of Dandelion. At that moment, father chose to confront the beast alone. Without hesitation, he commanded our band of mercenaries to disband.
So we fled... his unscathed back turned to us as we ran. At that moment, I cried out to our father.
"The name of Goyen... shall never be forgotten! His beating heart shall live on in his sons for eternity! We shall- we must recover... the greatsword of our father... Goyen's greatsword!!" Or so I had cried out, and yet...
- From a warrior's memories of that fateful day -
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| Knowledge ID | 11411 |