Cyrian the Stout approached the bank. He had been traveling for weeks, and had faced all kinds of challenges, all kinds of enemies, and so far had defeated them all.
In front of him, however, was to be his greatest challenge yet. this lake was legendary for the evils that lived below its surface. To cross it, one had two choices. You could brave the stepping stones and deal with the tentacled horror that lived below the surface, or traverse the bridge and take your chances with the mage and his tasks he insisted you complete as toll.
Cyrian was a fighter. Not one for the mental tasks the mage required, and so had chosen the stepping stones. On the other side, the temple, wherein lay his goal, the Crown of Light. Breathing deep, Cyrian took his first step out onto the slick stones, and gathered his energy for the battle to come. |
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