Reynauld, the Crusader
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A mighty sword arm anchored by holy purpose - yet a troubled warrior!
As the last heir of your venerable house, duty has called you to the domain of your ancestor. You arrive by coach along the old road, as it winds with a troubling serpent-like suggestion. There is a sickness in the ancient pitted cobbles of the road and on its writhing path you will face viciousness, violence and perhaps... other damnably transcended terrors.
Reynauld, now a shadow of his former self, is one of two guards you've brought with you. His once gleaming blade is now dulled and worn. Likewise, his gaze, somewhat distraught. He admires from the coach's window the solitary leaves falling from the trees
"I am but a man... and no more. The Holy Verses, I recite them less and less these days." he thinks to himself