𝕳𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃.

i sought to set my people free from slavery to would-be gods. i broke the chains of all who wished to join me. the false gods called me 𝖋𝖊𝖓’𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖑.

heroes are everywhere, i’ve seen that. but the hole in the sky? that’s beyond heroes. we’re going to need a 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲.

with a small army of assassins at his beck and call, viago was more powerful than the king. but the harder he worked, the more 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 he became of his half siblings. the knowledge that, if given a chance, he could restore 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 to the crown dogged him.

ㅤㅤunder the surface , i’m pretty sure i’m worthless if i can’t be of service .

women with sharp tongues cut through weak men like knives to bread.

there is a fate worse than death, and it’s living to hear eulogies for the person you could have been.

over the dead sea , keeping you company . thinking : i’m not afraid of you now , i’m not afraid of you .

the maker smiles sadly on his grey wardens, as no sacrifice is greater than theirs.