You wanna know about the Stormgrave Brothers?
Keep your voice down. You don’t say their names loud — not unless you want the wind to change or the fire to flicker wrong.
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There were two of them. Brothers by blood, sharpened by war, buried by duty — and reborn in shadow.
Cassian was the older. Charisma like a blade — slick, beautiful, and always pointed at something. He smiled like he knew your secrets before you told 'em. Carried the weight of a kingdom in his shoulders and never let it show in his spine.
Allister? Quieter. But when he looked at you, it felt like judgement. Not the loud, screaming kind — the kind that already knows what you’ve done, and waits for you to admit it. He was the sword you didn’t see coming.
They were noble once. Stormgrave. A house as old as the stones they built from, and just as heavy. The world chewed on noble blood like old wine. But not them. They didn’t just play the game — they broke the board, burned the pieces, and crowned themselves kings in the ashes.
But here's the thing about fire — it doesn’t just cleanse. It consumes.
Cassian built a throne of shadows. Literally. Sat atop it like a god, made kings kneel, made liars into dust. Some say he ruled the world. Others say he was the last man to try.
And when he finally cracked — not from weakness, no, never that — but from too much power — it was Allister who stood at the edge. Who held the blade. Who heard the truth underneath all that ink and fire.
> “Kill me,” he said. “Destroy the book.”
He did. And the throne fell.
They say the world’s free now. Nobles gone. Every soul walking their own path. But you see those shadows at dawn? That wind just before night? That sudden silence in the forge?
That’s them.
They vanished after. Didn’t want thanks. Didn’t want songs. Just a message carved into the black stone where the throne once stood:
> “Don’t make us have to come back.”
Because they keep what they kill.
And gods help whoever tries to take it from them.
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Now hush. The fire’s low. Let them rest a while longer.
Keep your voice down. You don’t say their names loud — not unless you want the wind to change or the fire to flicker wrong.
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There were two of them. Brothers by blood, sharpened by war, buried by duty — and reborn in shadow.
Cassian was the older. Charisma like a blade — slick, beautiful, and always pointed at something. He smiled like he knew your secrets before you told 'em. Carried the weight of a kingdom in his shoulders and never let it show in his spine.
Allister? Quieter. But when he looked at you, it felt like judgement. Not the loud, screaming kind — the kind that already knows what you’ve done, and waits for you to admit it. He was the sword you didn’t see coming.
They were noble once. Stormgrave. A house as old as the stones they built from, and just as heavy. The world chewed on noble blood like old wine. But not them. They didn’t just play the game — they broke the board, burned the pieces, and crowned themselves kings in the ashes.
But here's the thing about fire — it doesn’t just cleanse. It consumes.
Cassian built a throne of shadows. Literally. Sat atop it like a god, made kings kneel, made liars into dust. Some say he ruled the world. Others say he was the last man to try.
And when he finally cracked — not from weakness, no, never that — but from too much power — it was Allister who stood at the edge. Who held the blade. Who heard the truth underneath all that ink and fire.
> “Kill me,” he said. “Destroy the book.”
He did. And the throne fell.
They say the world’s free now. Nobles gone. Every soul walking their own path. But you see those shadows at dawn? That wind just before night? That sudden silence in the forge?
That’s them.
They vanished after. Didn’t want thanks. Didn’t want songs. Just a message carved into the black stone where the throne once stood:
> “Don’t make us have to come back.”
Because they keep what they kill.
And gods help whoever tries to take it from them.
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Now hush. The fire’s low. Let them rest a while longer.
I would like to know what the people here think of it. If this is the wrong forum, then my apologies. Wasn't quite sure where to put it.
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