what if you were desperately vulnerable to the call of the ring. what if you had spent your entire life watching your friends and peers being murdered by the dark forces of mordor and then placed in front of you is the only weapon that could possibly vanquish the monster thatâs murdered scores of your friends and you just have to not take it. you have to commit yourself to destroying it. and you held out for months until it broke your will as it would have all in the fellowship in the end but thereâs a particular shame in being the first. and then youâre so overcome with guilt for what youâve done and compassion for your friends and a reckless primal need to regain your honor that you run into a suicide charge against an army you have no hope of defeating and you die like all your friends did before you and the last thing you see as the world slips away is the companions you gave your life for being hauled away to certain death. and they look to your coming from the white tower, your people. but you will not return.



























