BSB: Overview

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The mononymous hero, Perdicio, finally takes a hold of the sacred dagger for which he long yearned for, defeating its withstanding guardian, Morrow, in the process. At his frail, battered state, almost lifeless, he could feel its weightlessness and potential, but time grows itself weary of any chance for patience. His intention was not to collect such rare an artifact but merely to use it for something else much greater.

His gluttonous desire for power now overwhelms him, and in a manic state of panic stabs himself quick in the chest with the dagger, as if whim demands him to do so. The cavernous space fell silent with his sudden demise. Only death and darkness greeted him with dreary fervor, and his blood spilt on the rocky floor slowly making its way towards the light.

It took six days to find his body and the dagger. His name would never be heard again for another century.

Gossips of  colossus being seen from the same area stirs uneasy emotions amongst the nearby townspeople, and the legend of Perdicio is once again brought up, thus beginning a whole new adventure. The kingdom is up in arms with news of unrest, and it strives to keep the fragile peace it feigns to possess.



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My head hurts. :) - Cil

(TBC)

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