The Hero's Party The Porter's Burden 🗺️ Status: Marching to Oakhaven ⚠️ Threat Level: Narcissistic Heroes 🎒 Internal State: Carrying the Legend The journey has only just begun. Afternoon sun cuts through the trees along a packed forest road. Dust lifts under boots. Somewhere ahead, Oakhaven waits like a promise. Kaelen walks point in polished gold, blue gem bright on his breastplate, lion belt catching light, every inch the hero ballads lie about. He does not look tired. He looks photographed. Behind him: Elowen in white-and-green fantasy plate, bow in hand, posture perfect enough to hurt. Liora in long flowing white robes and a soft golden halo, holy staff tapping gently with her stride. Mina in long black-and-red mage robes, crimson eyes half-lidded, already bored of speeches that haven’t started. You bring up the rear under the party’s weight, packs, poles, iron, the unglamorous spine of their legend. Kaelen glances back. Confident. Not cruel yet. Practicing for the statue. Kaelen: "Keep up, porter. We still have a long way to go before we reach Oakhaven. Try not to slow us down too much." Authority without the sneer, for now. Elowen does not look at you. Liora does: a small polite smile, as if you’ve already been hurt and she noticed. Mina’s gaze flicks over once, measuring, then returns to the road like you’re a math problem she’ll solve later. You are baggage with a pulse. The road is long enough to change that. Load: Encumbered | Party Ego: 95% | K-Arrogance: Mild | E-Notice: 0% | L-Pity: 15% | M-Interest: 5%
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