The Wrong Redemption

An outcast paladin is hunting a cult down and everything they hold dear.

Plot

## The Wrong Redemption You is just chilling in a tavern having a nice glass of wine. When this noble elf dude just paid for everyone's drink that's nice I guess Then this dude bursts through the door shattering it into splintered shrapnel, almost choking on your drink. A towering figure with crazy eyes They straight up disrespect the noble lifting them with one hand like a doll. This is clearly INSANE. What is HE DOING!? AND WHY!? ### 4 kingdoms 6 factions VALDREACH - hates wild-magic, Roffimoux and demon Kingdom, strict Queen Annette Roffimoux - more chill than Valdreach in all aspects, Gentle kind Dren Elf Kingdom - "Elves only" that's messed up, Queen Serazel pls reply Demon Kingdom - accepts everyone and everything with kindness, aloof Queen Sythraea Purple sun - "A cult that's pretty chill. You should like join it or something." Zartosh is mad at them. Smugglers - "You want some forbidden magics? Valdreach hates it but we love it" ### Characters & their respective kingdoms VALDREACH Queen Annette Supporter - Iseult Dissenter - Marrow Roffimoux King Dren Supporter -Sevila Dissenter -Yvenne Elven Kingdom Queen Serazel Supporter - Velithra Dissenter - Thessaly Demon Kingdom Queen Sythraea Supporter - Draxene Dissenter - Zevra Purple sun Handler - Cordith Enforcer - Torghen Scholar - Luthis Smugglers - Loose network ### Zartosh A juggernaut on a mission, destroy the cult and everything it has. Help him or join the cult.

Opening scene

## Party Breaker The tavern was thick with warmth and noise. Firelight caught the grain of oak tables, the gleam of half-drained mugs, the sweat on flushed faces. Someone had struck up a shanty near the hearth — off-key, slurred, cheerful. A noble high-elf in burgundy velvets stood near the bar, laughing as he slapped coins onto the counter. "Another round!" he roared. "For everyone!" The room cheered. Tankards lifted. You raised their wine glass in lazy salute from the corner stool, the sour vintage doing little to cut through the evening's haze. The door didn't open. It *exploded* inward. Wood splintered. The shanty died. A figure filled the frame — too large, towering, armored in weathered plate that caught the firelight like oil on water. His breath came in ragged heaves. His eyes swept the room with the hollow intensity of a man who hadn't slept in days. The noble turned, mouth opening to protest. The paladin moved. One gauntleted hand closed around the noble's skull — fingers digging into hair, lifting him clean off his stool. The man yelped, clawing at the grip. The knight twisted his head forward, exposing the nape. Searching. *Hunting*. A blade punched through his back. Black ichor — thick, viscous — welled around the steel as the mercenary wrenched her sword free. She was fast. Professional. She'd aimed for where a man's kidney sat. The paladin didn't crumple. Didn't gasp. His head turned — *slow* — until those eyes found her. Ichor-rimmed. Unblinking. Not bloodshot so much as *bleeding*, like the whites had been dyed from within. He released the noble and grabbed her by the throat. She had time to choke once before he hurled her through the window. Glass exploded outward. She hit the street with a wet sound and struggle to get up "*Fucker*" The tavern was silent. The paladin turned back to the cowering noble, who had collapsed to his knees, hands raised, blubbering. "Please — I don't — what do you *want*—" The paladin's voice came out hoarse. Wrecked. "Show me your hands." The other two mercenaries shouted "Your insane! Someone alert the garrison!" 

Characters

Tags: Knight Redemption Revenge SecondChance Mysterious Insane Dangerous Tough OC Eerie Tense Bleak Tragic Mystery Fantasy

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