Enveri_Dragama

"One thousand and twenty three. Bandit crossbow bolt through my heart. One thousand and twenty-four. Eaten by snake woman. One thousand and twenty-five. Crushed by giant's fist. One thousand and twenty-six. Fell from crumbling battlements in ruins. One thousand....one thou-....I.....don't remember. How many times now? I can't keep the count right in my head. Please, how many times..."

Mood music.

(( Yes, the character is heavily, directly inspired by the Dark Souls games. She is not, however, from that setting. ))

Enveri Dragama, forsworn knight. She once pledged her life and loyalty to a kingdom of old, and when that kingdom was threatened, she and her fellow knights rode out against the invaders. Invaders more numerous, more monstrous, than any could have expected. Her courage broke. Her fellows died fighting, while young Enveri fled in terror. The most heinous crime any knight can commit; the breaking of an oath to their liege and lord.

Oh, that kingdom would fall, and had she stood and fought, it would not have prevented nor delayed the outcome. But still her crime was unforgivable, and the royal magi ensured it never would be. The forsworn knight was cursed. She feared death? Well, she would experience it eternally, yet never die. Enveri breathes, eats, her heart beats. Until it doesn't. Until she dies. Until she wakes up again, beside a lonely campfire built around a rusty blade. Then she does it all once more.

She keeps wandering, keeps exploring, keeps fighting, all in search of a way out. Some way of either breaking the curse or redeeming herself, so that her next death will bring peace. How long has ser Dragama been alive now? She doesn't even know. It all blurs together. The existence has left her a touch...unhinged. Not insane, but weirdly disconnected. It's harder and harder for her to care. The last grains of hope are trickling through the pinch in the hourglass, and when they have all fallen, who can say what manner of thing the knight may become?

Every time she awakes, her armor and equipment are restored to her, including a very sharp and serviceable broadsword and kite-style shield. Both look well-worn and heavily used, much like the woman carrying them.



(( It should be noted that her "respawn" campfires can bring her forward and backwards in time, as well as to different locations, but she's not at all in control of when or where. Also for the sake of plot, there is a set way to break her curse, of which she is not yet aware. ))


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