[ WP ] You are a `` hero '' in a fantasy world , but as you `` adventure '' , you are slowly realizing YOU are the antagonist .

It was an endless quest, liberating people from the Red King. Particularly since his people were so convinced that I would openly be the tyrant that he was so good at pretending not to be. 
 
 Was it the robes? Black is the family color, and I've never really liked the traditional regalia of a revolutionist, instead preferring accesories that I guess are a bit imposing, but hey, what do you want of of equipment other than good stats and good looks? 
 
 Anyway, I think I'll give you a typical recount of what happens when I try to convert a town... 
 
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 It's always the same. My company and I ride into court, bringing in carefully prepared... they call it propoganda, but I prefer the term `` convincing''. They begin an uproar, and, well, I've tried to find ways to silence them without striking fear into their hearts, but it never works! 
 
 Anyway, I've learned to use their fear to make them more easily persuadable. It's not a very ethical thing to do, but sometimes a good ruler needs to do bad things, and the Pantheon knows that these people wo n't listen any other way! 
 
 Moving on, some of the more... easily persuaded... will join me willingly. With a large bit of training, some of them could be good to have following me, but I do n't need loyalty. I need good men. So I usually have to resort to, for want of a word with more favourable subtleties, unorthodox manners. Does that make me evil? In the eyes of the Red King's peasants, certainly, but does it really? I've never liked getting philosophical, so moving on. 
 
 So after all that, I've left another town with nothing but cowards, people who need... special incentive to help me, and a small pack of brave-hearted souls after me, leaving behind a town quote-unquote `` pillaged'' of its peasants and workmen, who now are `` oppressed'' by me as opposed to living their traditional life under the iron rule of the Red King. Well, you keep telling yourself that, Red King. 
 Where you rule with an iron fist, I rule with a iron palm. A palm open to my people, as opposed to a fist closed up tight around a pouch of gold. 
 
 Everyone's the hero of their own story, Red King. But you're the villain of mine.
