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<span class="mu-b">Quest Synopsis: You are the body guard to a prince(bratty), if any harm befalls him you lose.</span>
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Chapter 1: Intro
You stand side by side in the courtyard, under the falling rain, with four other men. Veterans all, each with a myriad of feats under your belts. The man furthest on your right once held a gatehouse against forty men alone. While the man on your right is said to have outwitted a devil in a game of chance. You, yourself, have similar tales to tell had the bards not beaten you to the act. The victorious supplicants, gathered here after many months of brutal testing, wait to enter the hollowed halls of the most elite force in the kingdom. "The kings men", answerable only to the monarch himself.
The doors to the royal hall open, and into the rain steps the KING. He wears a procession of veteran kingsmen, retainers, and bureaucrats like a long cape. He has come to personally inspect the five new members of his most royal cohort. The king's shoulders are wide, for they have a great burden to bear. A king or kings, this man came from seemingly nowhere to unite the warring bickering city states into one grand kingdom. With his alchemical knowledge and political restructuring, he transformed the provinces of man into a bulwark against the long night of ignorance and apostasy. He has the rough hands of a builder, and the brow of a philosopher. There is no death you would not face in the name of this man.
The greying hawk who recruited you and oversaw your testing introduces your group to the king.
"Here stand five good men my lord, what is to be done with them?"
The king looks upon each man individually, when his eyes fall on you its as if your soul is being judged. You stand firm, refusing to fall to the self doubt his heavy gaze brings. His voice is brass.
"Through our labours we have now come to a time of peace, but our trials are far from over. More must be done, and the road is long. Do I have your loyalty? Will you men join me? "
The response is swift and loud as thunder! You join the other men is slamming your gauntlet into your armour twice in unison. The left most man speaks for your troupe.
"To whatever end."
