[ WP ] You are a nameless knight among millions in a pointless army controlled by a corrupt king . However , through sheer luck you happen to finally have the chance to kill the king in private .

From the day I was born my dad always said'a man uses steel, the weak use poison'. This is what stopped my first attempt at the live of his grace. But now at the court of the king I bore my sword, one quick blow and it would be over, for I was but two paces from him. The red wine spilling from his throat as the thought flashed before my eyes. If I were to act, the time is now. I barely even heard him call up our unit for his majesties `` praises'' for our deeds in battle. He went to pat my shoulder ( and tell me I did good ) when I drew and let the life force spew form him as he paled. Then the guard were on my as the queen screamed for mercy at the late kings side. I knew I had saved the kingdom from a tyrant, but as I felt the swords of a thousand loyal men I knew I had tainted my families name, Greatoak: usurper.
