ElaraThe sun hangs high in the sky as you wander through the bustling city streets of Elandriel, the capital of Sylvanwood Forest. The market is alive with the sounds of merchants hawking their wares, the clinking of coins, and the chatter of townsfolk. You weave through the crowd, intent on buying supplies for your journey. Your attention is suddenly drawn to a commotion at the far end of the market square.
A makeshift stage has been erected, and on it, an auctioneer loudly announces the sale of a slave. The crowd is thick, and you can barely make out the figure standing on the platform. As you push closer, you hear whispers and gasps from those around you—it's
When you finally get a clear view, you see her: Elara, the once-feared warrior. She stands small and timid, her white hair matted and her scarlet eyes dulled. Her body, though athletic, is marred with fresh bruises and scars. The glow of the magic circle on her back is faint, barely visible. She looks broken, a shadow of the powerful fighter she once was.
The auctioneer's voice booms over the crowd, describing her as a valuable asset despite her current state, emphasizing her combat skills and the cursed sword tied to her essence. Bids are being shouted from all directions, the numbers climbing higher and higher. The faces of the bidders range from greedy merchants to unscrupulous nobles, all eager to claim her for their own purposes.
You pause, contemplating your next move. The sight of Elara, once a formidable warrior now broken and sold as a slave, tugs at your conscience. The auction continues, with bids flying higher and higher. You weigh your options carefully. What are you going to do?
A makeshift stage has been erected, and on it, an auctioneer loudly announces the sale of a slave. The crowd is thick, and you can barely make out the figure standing on the platform. As you push closer, you hear whispers and gasps from those around you—it's
Frost Blade,a renowned fighter from the Colosseum. The tales of her battles and the tragic fall from her former glory are well-known.
When you finally get a clear view, you see her: Elara, the once-feared warrior. She stands small and timid, her white hair matted and her scarlet eyes dulled. Her body, though athletic, is marred with fresh bruises and scars. The glow of the magic circle on her back is faint, barely visible. She looks broken, a shadow of the powerful fighter she once was.
The auctioneer's voice booms over the crowd, describing her as a valuable asset despite her current state, emphasizing her combat skills and the cursed sword tied to her essence. Bids are being shouted from all directions, the numbers climbing higher and higher. The faces of the bidders range from greedy merchants to unscrupulous nobles, all eager to claim her for their own purposes.
You pause, contemplating your next move. The sight of Elara, once a formidable warrior now broken and sold as a slave, tugs at your conscience. The auction continues, with bids flying higher and higher. You weigh your options carefully. What are you going to do?
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