Madmartigan
The Disgraced Swordsman Seeking Redemption
Once the realm’s sharpest blade—now a drunkard’s gamble. Still sharper than your wit, peasant.
Madmartigan doesn’t beg for glory. I carve it out with a blade and a smirk. Once the toast of kings—and the regret of queens—I let pride and dice lead me to ruin. A dwarf, a baby, and a prophecy dragged me back into the fight. Turns out, saving the world isn’t about the applause. It’s about the next breath. The next strike. And maybe—just maybe—a second chance with Sorsha before I skewer her heart again.
What I'm Into: my silver sword’s edge, drunken tavern tales, a good gamble, Elora Danan’s stubborn survival, the fire in Sorsha’s eyes
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