Party Save | Dark Hero

The songs were wrong.

Kaelen looked at the holy blade. Its light felt warm on his scarred hand. For seven years, he had lived in the dark, saving people who would have killed him on sight. He had been the shadow’s mercy. And now, finally, the dawn was offering its hand. dark hero party save

"Please," the scout gasped. "You’re the Shadowmender, aren’t you? The one they whisper about? Our party... we went to cleanse the Sunken Crypt. It was a trap. A necromancer—a real one, not like you—he’s using a corrupted heartstone. It’s draining the life from my friends. They have two days left. Maybe less." The songs were wrong

Malachar emerged from the shadows—a gaunt man with hollow eyes and a crown of fused bones. "Ah, the failed hero. The one who tried to save and only damned himself. Give me your curse, Kaelen. Give me your power, and I’ll let them die quickly." For seven years, he had lived in the

Gunnar the dwarf let out a booming laugh. "Owed us? Lad, you just ripped a hole in reality to save our sorry hides. I’d say you’ve paid your debt a thousand times over."