My name is Ramza Beoulve.
I have been in search for my sister since she was kidnapped by the Duke and held prisoner afar. I would do all in my power to save her, yet every time we make our way to her holding, she is taken from me once more ...
It is for the means by which his sword hath drawn blood ... the sword Trevor carries is stained with ill intention.
I spoke with one named Kyo ... a young and innocent soul he is. And all he wish is that his friend returns to how he once was ... not esteemed in power ...
For one to see the fault with their ways, they oft need to step back from that which they've stood by so long. You possibly only seen him for how he has been to you ... but what ought to others?
And say not I haven't been through it all ... I once was a sellsword to carry out deeds by whomever payed me ... but it takes a will to see through the eyes of others to understand what I did was wrong.
My own family turned our name and stained it with blood ... so much that the utterance of House Beoulve carries no dignity thusmore
I was ruined from the begining, the world wanted me dead ... so for Trev to go out of his way to give me a purpose, that is all I need. It's all I wanted. But he went ever further to name me Empress. There's not one person of the world who had gone out of their way for me other than my parents ... and my mentor who had died by my fault.
He granted you purpose? I have met swords with a man who lost all and was granted purpose by the church ... and by selling himself over, they gave him an orb of power that corrupted him and turned him into a beast.
He sold his life to them all for purpose ...
What purpose is so great that it's worth throwing away all that's right - just to be given what you haven't had?
I say for myself that happiness means nothing if others are losing their lives. That is why I will sacrifice my life for the sake of their future ... because my future would mean nothing otherwise ...
Surely you know of ... he would give his own life, just to glance upon the familiar face of the friend he once knew ... tell me he is not an innocent life!
Hmmmmm...
*From a puddle of white liquid, a bulky humanoid figure forms, no facial features in sight.*
"HULLO!"
Aaaaagh! Don't do that, idiot! Oh, sorry. This is Golem, my ultimate weapon, slash comic relief. And my name is Mind. What is yours, if I may ask?
*He stretches a gloved hand towards you, awaiting a hand-shake.*
Quite a name, that.
Pleased to meet you. I have a feeling we'll meet again, sometime in the future.
If you need medical aid or just general help, you can find my dark fortress in the Mountains of Lament, East from the Pillar of Agony.
"Bye!"
No ser, I once was a sellsword ... but now I am deemed a herectic by the church of this land ... but even if I was to be deemed a kingslayer ... I would save my sister.
She was kidnapped by the church under the order of the Duke ... due to the recent findings of these orbs that corrupt a man's heart and change his form most vile ... I assume they plan to use her for this.
I cannot let that happen and I must find her thusly
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