🐐 LORE SNIPPET: “The Fall of the Goatking”
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Long ago, when Mantaria's forests still whispered with wild magic, the spirits of nature shaped a warrior-guardian to protect their realm. From twisted roots and ancient bones, they gave form to the Goatking — a beast with the lower body of a goat and the upper body of a hulking warrior.[/p][p]He wielded a crude sword forged from ironwood and raw ore, his wooden shield carved from sacred groves. His twisted horns bore moss, and his white fur shimmered in moonlight. For a time, he was a protector. But with each century, solitude and power turned him cruel.[/p][p]He no longer guarded the forests — he ruled them.
The Goatking’s wrath reached the walls of Castle Rifthain, where fire scorched the woods and storms howled without end. Creatures of the wild followed him, corrupted by his command. One by one, nearby villages vanished.[/p][p]But then came Aglovan, noble of the Crimson Order. With golden armour and a blade passed down through generations, he marched through the burning woods. By his side flew an eagle, watching from above.[/p][p]As he neared the gates of Rifthain, lightning cracked and the Goatking stepped forward — sword in hand, ready to crush Mantaria’s last hope.[/p][p][/p][p]
The final clash was swift — steel against fury. Aglovan charged, his eagle screeching above. The Goatking roared and met him head-on, sword raised.[/p][p]Steel clashed. Sparks danced. The world seemed to hold its breath.[/p][p]Then, in a flash of blinding light, Aglovan’s blade found its mark. The Goatking staggered, eyes wide, and let out a final, thunderous cry. He fell to his knees before the castle he once cursed.
[/p][p]The skies cleared. The fires died.[/p][p]Mantaria had a new legend.
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