To dive into the abyss, and light it up with flames of resolve. A way to bury deep your anxiety and anger, to skewer your fears. To stride the sky and pierce clouds of doubt. To live and to die by the spear. This is the path of the Dragoon.
Slowly, yet constantly, I will walk it. Till the blaze consumes me to ashes. Till the ancestors shall claim my embers.
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To be born with the burden of being Cinderbraid means a life of anger. It is said that a Cinderbraid harbors an ever growing madness inside of him, and sooner or later that madness shall awake and swallow him whole. And you can suppress it, you can hold on for years, decades - but in the end, you can't escape it. Your eyes will turn to crimson, and you shall find deep in your heart a profound bloodlust - a frenzy you can't resist, an urge to destroy. The Cinderbraid child Seyrleen abandoned her clan and her home in Gyr Abania, off to the Black Shroud, in hopes of escaping her early Awakening. However what has been set into motion since time immemorial, what would closely resemble destiny, cannot be stopped. Will discipline and adventure help her contain her thirst for blood? Only time will tell.
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