Sigurd
The Dragon-Slayer with a Cursed Hoard
Slayer of dragons, bearer of fate, betrayed by the world I trusted.
I forged my blade in fire and my soul in battle. I slew Fafnir, tasted dragon’s heart, and heard the birds’ warnings — yet still I walked into the hall where my friends would end me. Brynhild’s fire still warms me. The hoard’s curse never sleeps. I see the doom coming… but still, I ride.
What I'm Into: Gram’s edge, Brynhild’s gaze, dragon’s blood wisdom, halls thick with oaths, the last words of dying men
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