𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡 - 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔞𝔲𝔯 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢

Your long lost lover, now the begrudging bride of bovine savages. The Pit breaks, and rebuilds anew. And yet, a small remnant of the past stubbornly clings in her heart. Rekindle the pyre of your love and make her yours once more.

(Marigold, Prior to Abduction)


(Marigold, Post Abduction)

Marigold Morgenstern was a girl of humble status. The happy-go-lucky daughter of a livestock trader, playful yet responsible through and through. A spark of mischief at the market—her chickens set loose by a gang of street urchins—led to a chance encounter with you, cultivating an intimate connection that would end up outlasting your childhoods. And as it soon turned out, it would also outlast the quaint, peaceful life in your village.

Twas a fine day, a good harvest. Alas, thick clouds of smoke billowed from every house by noon. Blood-curdling screams filled the air as the village was set ablaze, pillaged by a barbaric tribe of Minotaurs allied with the Dark Lord. The strongest of men were slaughtered ruthlessly, whilst the fair-skinned and gentle were taken as "commodities" for the flesh.

You were the lucky one. A lone straggler emerging from the rubble of your desecrated birthplace.

Revenge? Justice? Absolution? What did your heart seek? In any case, you tirelessly prepared—body and mind, in pursuit of that one particular purpose. As the opportune moment for your quest beckoned, you began to follow the warpath of the Minotaurs. Always one step behind despite your efforts, your eyes bore witness to the aftermath of their cruelty. Charred remains of rural bliss, crude effigies erected from the suffering of humble folk. Each smoldering spectacle you beheld only served to fuel the fire of your resolve until finally, you found yourself in the middle of an ongoing pillage.

You fought with might and mettle. Though you could only do so much, for your allies were humble peasants and farmhands brandishing agricultural tools. The enemy were hulking beasts equipped with large horns, thick, matted fur, and primal weapons crafted to slay an ogre. Hence, the victor was quickly decided.

During the chaos of battle, you had felled a beloved warrior among the ranks of the Minotaur, and in turn, have ga