Crimson Flame

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: 
one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire.
And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory.

I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history.

I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale.

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Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

Amber Sword

Even his thought process incorporated some of Brand's cleverness.


He took out the black ebony Stone Golem Statue, which now had a small crack.


He turned around and said, "You all must also make preparations. Frey, turn your ring around; the Flame Agate in the middle is too conspicuous. Little Roman, keep your short sword close to your body; those lazy guards won't search too carefully."


"No, no one would bother with that broken ring of yours."


"Brand, those people are city guards! Why do you seem so... distrustful of them?" Frey couldn't help but ask.


"It's not a matter of seeming distrustful; I've never trusted them. You'll understand when the time comes. For now, just do as I say."


Frey had never been in the city but felt somewhat that Brand was making a fuss over nothing. Still, Brand was the authority, and she had to trust him.


41 Acts of Treachery_2