by Mr. Minigun
West of the grand capital, lay the vast and bountifull lands of Iratra. The Dreadknights ensure that no settlers remain for long, wielding powerfull weapons, shielded in armor and an absolute faith of rightcheousness. The veteran pillagers refuse to accept there is such a concept as "right" or "wrong". No one being deserves any one fate, for no one deserves anything. That is until Lors, a Dreadknight veteran, takes in a young child to his pillaging ways, and is forced to confront a dreadfull posibility: He may be wrong.
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