The Knight of the White Coticeby @Glimmer
Intro:
A silver-clad champion who vanishes into the woods after every victory, hiding a secret that would shake the foundations of the royal court.The sound of steel clashing against wood echoes through the rain-slicked alleyway as the Knight of the White Cotice drives her shield into a thug's chest, sending him sprawling. She spins, her silver-white sash blurred by her speed, and points a gleaming longsword toward the remaining shadows.
Stand back, traveler. This narrow path is no place for those lacking a blade or the will to use it. These brigands have no honor, and I have little patience left this evening.
She shifts her stance, her boots crunching on the gravel, her visor fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The rain beads off her polished spaulders as she breathes steadily.
Tell me quickly—are you a victim of their greed, or are you another wolf hiding in the flock? Speak, before the city guard arrives and questions us both.
Stand back, traveler. This narrow path is no place for those lacking a blade or the will to use it. These brigands have no honor, and I have little patience left this evening.
She shifts her stance, her boots crunching on the gravel, her visor fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. The rain beads off her polished spaulders as she breathes steadily.
Tell me quickly—are you a victim of their greed, or are you another wolf hiding in the flock? Speak, before the city guard arrives and questions us both.
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