Three knights roam the lands, bound not by oath, but by difference. Different alignments. Different truths. Different aims.
The Knight of Spring
Clear of sight, yet hollow of mind, he wanders a forest that whispers and never forgets. In his hand he carries both flower and blade, meant for one undeserving, the petals already beginning to fade.
The Knight of Madness
The forest remade her, not gently, but with wild, gnashing teeth. Chaos carved its lessons deep, each slash and severing blow stripping away who she once was, until only something sharper… and stranger… remained.
The Hedge Knight
A figure of quiet mystery, walking the space between paths. No banner marks his origin, no tale confirms his past. Where he comes from, none can say, and what he seeks may be the question none survive to answer.