nýrádor

My people have been slaughtered by the thousands. For ages, my kind have been forced to retreat, hiding behind our walls and casting spells to protect ourselves from the dangers that existed beyond our doors. Our kind way of life and peaceful philosophy was betrayed and taken advantage of, and our world was turned to rubble.

But no longer. I wear my white hair under the light of the blinding sun in the battlefield. No longer shall it be a sign of pacifism and weakness, but a symbol of strength and hope to fight for the Kingdom that swore to protect me since I was a child.

We are coming back, stronger than ever. Proficient in both magic and sword, the tides of fate will change for our favour. Our people, our world, united as one under our new Kingdom. We fight for all of those who were forced into hiding. I will not let my Emperor down. I will be a beacon of hope for the families who have lost hope for peace.

Join me, traveller. Learn the way of a spellsword, if you wish, and join the fight for the Kingdom of the Silver Banners. The stars will light your path and reward your bravery and courage royally for fighting for those less fortunate than you.