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I remember every lesson with my father. He was an ambitious man, always pursuing the favor of the nobles, lords and ladies. He spent most of his days giving lessons to their children, and hand crafting the most reliable bows they’ve ever held. My father was never at the head of the table, but he always found a spot nearby.When I was young, I thought of myself as a tool of his. Another creation of his to show off. I would put on shows for the nobles. Puncture the center of a target from farther than any grown man, or split my own arrows showc...
I jerk awake, the clang of the chains startle me even more. As my eyes begin to focus I notice I’m in a dark chamber, just a small fire to light it. I’m cold and damp, my head throbs to the beat of my pulse. Yet I have a pulse, so perhaps I should consider myself lucky. Although after my betrayal, death would be a welcome gift compared to what punishment is likely coming my way.I should’ve known better. I did know better. One could simply threaten a lord and find themselves on the rack, I sent an arrow through at least one of their hearts. I...
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The last six months have been hell, no, worse. In hell the people suffering deserve to be there. They earned that fate. These six months have been endless death, hunger, suffering, and torture for those fighting in the name of their Lords. Nothing is deadlier to the men who work this soil than a feud between the men who own it. Yet here, today, we have peace. Three days of peace to be precise. The lords may spew bravado, greed pumping through the veins with every beat of their heart, but even they do not dare to disrespect the Gods. Esp...
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