Knight pov
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I had been made protectorate. The one whose being was devoted to the good people of the city. And the destruction of any enemy that threatened to destroy such peace.
It wasn't as if I was a good person. Lord knows that I'm not. But that was in real life, where the slightest - heh~ - slight would trigger my anger. It was part of the reason I was here, upon this game… this Sanctuary.
I was to overcome that adversary, the anger that suffused my being so thoroughly. I made oath after oath, to the good people that had greeted my arrival, to the ones that had given me home and food. And to those that had hired my services upon the sight of my grand power.
Grand- Holy- Whatever one wanted to call it, this power was the result of my devotion. It was will made manifest, a god given power that brought me to the sky upon wings of pure white, with a helm that covered my entire anger scarred face.
