ROLEPLAY

Faint lights in the dark room, the death of fire in the hearth, the end of a tale, a legend. Like these embers, once so blazing, he wanted to shine.
In front of the Great and the Noble, those with the power and the keys in hand, the masters of the game, stories flew, exploits resounded, but they didn't lend an ear.
Then it will be their children who listen to his adventures: Les Douzes Travaux du Masque Mauve (The Twelve Labors of the Purple Mask). They don't need to believe it.
Yes, that's right. But for the Great Ones to believe it, he would have had to believe it himself. The warrior was born and died under the pen of a tired Zoraï.

What are honors? What's all that money worth? All those jewels?

The depths of the mossy cave are increasingly shaded.
The page is turned, another book takes flight.

A Life for the forestNaetyniel.