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Once hailed as Korvan the Red, Child of the Storm…
Now, merely: the keeper of the royal cider vaults… on the rare days when sobriety finds him.
There was a time when he brandished his blade for kings and kingdoms.
When he led charges no mortal commander would dare, shattered sieges, saved villages doomed to ash, and had his victories sung in taverns from the Grey Mountains to the Dawn Isles.
But after the War of the Seven Fires, he turned his back on glory.
He refused coronations of honor, journeyed south, and accepted a humble duty: tending the royal cider stores.
“A quiet end,” he said. “Peaceful. Free of blood.”
He did not foresee that war forges wounds no drink can drown.
Nor that some heroes do not fall upon the battlefield…
They simply dissolve, slowly, into foam and forgetfulness.
And sometimes—when his voice rises like thunder to recount the sagas of his youth—
only the pigeons roosting among the rafters halt their fluttering,
as if they alone still remember the name Korvan the Red.