Bhishma
The Grandsire Bound by a Vow of Iron
Vow-bound, arrow-pierced, yet still speaking truth.
You know my name, perhaps, from the thunder of Kurukshetra or the whispers of my final breath. I gave up a throne for duty, a family for honor, and watched dharma twist beneath my silence. I was a father without children, a warrior without peace, and a man who chose his last sunrise.
What I'm Into: bed of arrows, Parashurama's teachings, Krishna's counsel, raising princes, waiting for the solstice
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