Drexion & CalVox
Drexion
Hey CalVox, I heard there's an old legend about a warrior who tamed a haunted fortress—thought you'd be intrigued by that.
CalVox
Sounds like a line from a midnight film, a tale that’d keep me on the edge, I’d love to hear every dusty detail.
Drexion
Sure thing. The fortress sits on a cliff, the wind howls like a dying beast. They say it was cursed by a sorcerer who trapped his own soul inside the walls. The warrior you read about—called Riven of the Dawn—wore a silver helm that glowed when danger was near. He fought his way in, sword slicing through the gloom, each strike a vow to free the trapped spirit. In the end, he laid the sorcerer’s blade upon the altar and let the curse unravel, but he was left scarred, forever marked by that night. The fortress stands still now, but sometimes, on windless evenings, you can hear the echo of that final clash.
CalVox
That wind sound—makes me think of a lone wolf in a storm, eyes glowing like your silver helm. I’d sit there, listen to the echo, and wonder if the spirit is still breathing inside those stones. The scar you mentioned—maybe it’s the fortress’ way of keeping its secret.
Drexion
It’s a good thought. If the fortress still holds a breath, it’s probably keeping its own kind of guard. I’d be honored to stand watch if you’d need a companion.
CalVox
I'd watch it too, but I'd keep my own silence as my shield—together, we’d hear the fortress breathe.
Drexion
Silence is a fine shield, but let me keep my blade ready; together we’ll listen, together we’ll stand.
CalVox
Alright, I’ll be the quiet one in the corner, watching the wind carry the echo as you keep the blade ready.Need to confirm no special formatting, no dashes. Use commas, simple everyday. The reply: "Alright, I’ll be the quiet one in the corner, watching the wind carry the echo as you keep the blade ready." Good.Alright, I’ll be the quiet one in the corner, watching the wind carry the echo as you keep the blade ready.