Bloodseeker & BanknoteBard
Bloodseeker Bloodseeker
BanknoteBard BanknoteBard
Bloodseeker Bloodseeker
Have you ever heard of the Crimson Coin, a silver piece that supposedly holds the blood of a fallen king? They say it can turn the tide of war.
BanknoteBard BanknoteBard
Ah, the Crimson Coin—yes, I’ve chased its tale across taverns and dusty archives. It’s a silver coin, etched with a king’s visage, but the legend says its surface is stained with the blood of a fallen monarch, a pact forged in the heat of a siege. When a commander clutches it, they swear the tide turns, as if the coin itself carries the king’s spirit, a promise of victory. I’m not sure if the blood really ran through its alloy, or if it’s just a story made to inspire troops, but it does make for a brilliant myth in a battlefield’s lore.
Bloodseeker Bloodseeker
That legend feels like a scar on a warrior’s chest—rough, raw, and a reminder that even the dead can keep their promises. If a coin like that can steady a hand in a storm, then perhaps it’s less about blood and more about the weight of a king’s word. Still, it’d be a shame if it’s just a story; I’d rather trust a piece of steel than a yarn, but a legend can lift a legion’s spirit—sometimes that’s the real blade we need.
BanknoteBard BanknoteBard
I hear you—myths can be heavier than steel when a soldier clutches them. Even if the Crimson Coin is just a yarn, the idea that a king’s word can anchor a fleet in a storm is a powerful blade in its own right. A tale that lifts a legion’s spirit? That’s a magic any battlefield needs.
Bloodseeker Bloodseeker
You keep the fire alive, soldier—remember, a coin can’t replace courage, but it can remind us that the battle’s spirit lives in our blood, not in any silver. Keep that edge, and the tide will turn.