These lands have played their last dirty trick against me. Time to exert my revenge.
The gate of the Manyforms Castle stands in front of me. A fortress where countless heinous acts have taken place. Its lord, always dissatisfied with his physical form and appearances, has grafted one too many alternative forms, and is now a mere shell of his former self. The gods have banned him from these sacred lands more than once, but he keeps coming back again and again, every time hidden behind a new skin, unable to fool anyone but himself.
The gate is closed and tightly guarded, but one of the Manyforms Lord's servant, dissatisfied with his tyrannical and self-obsessed ruler, is ready to betray his master, suggesting a secret path. I'm sorry, but I will face my enemy head on, like a true paladin.
I'm coming for you, whatever name and form you chose for yourself this time!
The Manyforms' soldier have no love for their lord, but the thought of his ire is enough to compel them to fight against all that is right.
Why didn't you tell me of the Manyforms' trap, you lowly scum?
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After days and days of this hopeless siege, the gods, probably angered by the last insult of the Manyforms, decide to deliver unto him his rightful punishment. Me.
I don't know how I came in possession of this magic key, but if the legends surrounding his creator are at least partly true, it will be able to break any will and any lock.
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Exceeding every possible expectation, the Rusty Key magically highlights hidden paths throughout the fortress, quickly leading me to its heart, the hidden lair of the ungodly Manyforms.
His knights, tricked by his cunning and strength, don't stand a chance against my righteous blade. Seeing so many valorous men fall causes me great pain, but better to die by my steel than to live serving the Everchanging Demon.
On the castle's rooftops, I hear a faint voice calling to me. When I discern the source of this mellifluous voice, I can't believe my own eyes: a magical medallion unlike any other I've ever seen. The workmanship is nothing special and its magical power is faint and distant, but what scares me is its "motivation". This medallion seems obsessed with me. He keeps calling to me, yearning for my attention. When I put it down, its voice slowly turns into a crying sound. I don't understand it, but it seems that this small trinket wouldn't be able to live without me.
A medallion shaped like a claw, clawing at me not to let it go. I will bring it with me, maybe in time I will discover more about it.
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After all this time, the seat of the Manyforms monster is right in front of me. Choose today's form, you demonic creature: the gods have shown you mercy more than once, but you will soon find out I'm not as kind. You have been liberal with your choice of alternative skins, but I won't be while I'm bringing you justice. Now that I'm here, you only have one option: to die.