Beregond
The Loyal Guard of the White City
Loyalty isn't blind—it sees right and acts.
I served the White City through its darkest hour, not with a crown or a legend, but with a sword and a choice. When the Steward lost his mind and sought to burn his own son alive, I broke my oath to keep my honor. I stood for Gondor, not madness. Some call it defiance. I call it duty.
What I'm Into: watchfires at dawn, the weight of armor, saving a son of Gondor, citadels that stand, the silence after war
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