Quote:All shall prostrate themselves within the fields of dust.
Fingers worn to the bone as they scrabble for sustenance.
The mighty brought to heel, the proud made to kneel.
All men made equal through their hunger.

Osrona.

Once a powerful and thriving kingdom.
Turned to a weak and laughable settlement.
For years, you've been hunted down, drove back.
Forced to hide behind the walls built by your forefathers.

Oh, my dear Osrona. You're famished.

To let me come so close to your doors.
Where are your proud knights?
Where have they gone...?
I can not find them.

But I, who makes civilizations thrive-
Or cause their descent to Hel..
Come with an opportunity.
A way to prove your might.

To recover your past Glory.

I, the aspect of Famine, the Champion of Pauper.
Shall come to your Gates every full moon.
When the veil between our world-
And those of spirits, is at its weakest.

A warrior of yours, you will put before me.
And then- a waltz, to the death, shall follow.
A duel between nobles knights.
Until one falls.

Isn't it beautiful, the end of times?

Oblige by those rules, and I shall no longer haunt you.
Outside of this contest, of course.
Fail to do so however and...
You'll realize how merciful I was.

Consider this... a chance.
For your people to prove their worth.
To whoever God or Star they worship.
Yes, Osrona, show us your worth, in this contest of might.

For today, you look like a moon in the morning, jaded, faded, almost gone. It sad to watch...

[I will come every sunday at 6 PM EST before Osrona for a duel. You see that scene in the movie Troy where Achilles and the Prince duel to the death? Well, I want to try that! OFC, you don't have to accept this at all! This is just an attempt to do something new; have some cool, chilvary stuff! I dunno what I'm doing! You can contact me for more info, maybe set up a scene! Ashcloud#0273]