3/19/2026, 3:28 PM
skill: warrior BWP
He never trusted this world.
Not in the ways that his dreams had become hijacked. How the earth itself did its very best to kill and maim them all. Or how seemingly everything, flickering flames and all, just always seemed to get worse.
And now this voice of reason—this dream visitor—asked more of him?
Arkyn should have said no.
Turned his back on the three doors and forced himself to wake up from this horrible, horrible nightmare.
Instead, he walked through Door 2.
Something in his body refused to allow such a magnificent, powerful, and healing tree to fall prey to the world that wished to tear it apart. If anything, it was the only good thing that this world had seemed to create, and he would not let that go to waste.
He charged forward, teeth bared and jaws agape as he barreled towards one of the wraiths gunning for the hollow in which gold sparkled faintly. He would tear these ghouls apart if it meant saving the tree and its prize from certain doom.
