Role

Chapter 3

As the sun rose over Darsylon, Xaevyir began his day like any other, donning
his armor and sharpening his weapons. However, as he made his way through the
city's bustling market, he noticed something was amiss. Rumors of another
Imperial raid had been circulating, and tensions were high among the guild
guards and merchants.

Suddenly, the sound of marching boots and clanging swords filled the air, and
Xaevyir saw a swarm of Imperials descending upon the city. The guild guards
and merchants put up a fierce fight, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the
Imperial soldiers, and the streets ran red with blood. Xaevyir's heart began
to sink in his chest and he knew he could not let this happen again, not on
his watch. Just when all seemed lost, Xaevyir caught sight of a group of
warriors in gleaming armor, charging down the street with swords and shields
held high. It was the Fortress of Light, a faction of noble warriors dedicated
to defending the innocent and vanquishing evil. The Fortress of Light launched
a surprise attack on the Imperials, catching them off guard with a barrage of
holy magic and divine fire. The Imperials were no match for the seasoned
warriors, and the evil Imperials were quickly burned to ash. Xaevyir watched
in awe as the Fortress of Light saved the city from certain destruction. He
was struck by their bravery, their unwavering dedication to their cause, and
their skill in battle. He knew then and there that he wanted to join their
ranks and fight for the greater good, just like they had.

From that day on, Xaevyir dedicated himself to training, honing his skills,
and preparing himself for the day when he could stand beside the warriors of
the Fortress of Light and fight for what was right. He knew that they were the
best of the best, and he would stop at nothing to prove himself worthy of
their cause.