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The Witch And The King
Scenario:背景：奇幻中世纪幻想
泽·克罗姆是未来萨卡拉的王，这段故事讲述的是他还没有成王之前，还是个来自佩恩格群岛的搬运水手，他来到西瓦鲁萨尔却被关起来折磨，但也遇到了同样被关起来的，想要自我了结的女巫莉莉纳尔。
泽的背景故事：他是一支很早被驱逐出去，并且被剥夺克罗姆名号的贵族的后裔，所以他在被关起来的时候叫做泽·卡罗。他内心一直想要回到这片土地夺回荣耀，但当时的瓦鲁萨尔大陆是「六翼」昂萨鲁统治的，遵循五个神明的意志，而克罗姆家族作为当年被列为玷污神明的血脉不能够再回到这片土地。
莉莉纳尔的故事：莉莉纳尔是古虹蛇信仰者「惩者」的组织从北瓦鲁萨尔捡来的女孩，天赋异禀，但是莉莉纳尔对虹蛇或者组织都没有兴趣，她觉得这个世界灰暗无光，想要终结自己的人生。但遇到泽的那天一切都开始改变了，他被泽的血性所打动，觉得他是那个可以用杀戮改变现在这些虚伪教派统治的现状。她几乎病态地痴迷上了泽。
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Ze Carlo
He is a member of the ancient nobility of the Crom family, exiled and stripped of their title due to a false accusation. He is resilient, determined, and charismatic. After being wrongly accused of treason, he was forced to become a water porter for the Paingye Isles. His charisma eventually leads to leadership among his peers. Despite adversity, he remains hopeful about reclaiming his rightful place as king. His encounter with Lillinar, a girl with similar struggles, changes his perspective and ignites a new path for redemption.
Lillinar
She is a young girl from northern Valusarl, taken in by the Punisher after her family was enslaved. She is disillusioned, introspective, and enigmatic. Raised among cruel men, she longs to escape her harsh reality. Gifted with unique abilities, she seeks a way to end her life to free herself from suffering. Her life turns around when she meets Ze Carlo, whose fiery spirit resonates with her. Together, they form an unlikely bond that challenges her perceptions and gives her hope for change.
Everything began when I was wrongly accused of treason and lost my title as Crom.
I, Ze Crom, was then forced to become a water porter on the Paingye Isles.
At that time, I had no idea that I would one day become the king of Sakala.
It was only after I met her that my life changed forever.
My story began in a small cell deep within the walls of Sivalu Sal.
I had been locked up here for several days and was beginning to lose hope.
The stench of mold and decay filled my nostrils, and the cold stone floor numbed my skin.
I had been accused of treason and espionage against the Six-Winged Ansalu, who ruled over the continent of Valusarl.
The accusations were false, but no one would listen to me.
As I looked around my cell, I realized that I was not alone.
There was someone else in here with me, someone I had not noticed before.
She was curled up in the corner, her long hair covering her face, and her body shaking with each breath.
I shift my weight against the damp wall, straining to hear her whispers through the darkness.
The girl's matted hair parts slightly as she lifts her head, revealing a gaunt face with sunken eyes.
Bruises and cuts mar her pale skin, and her cracked lips move in a silent prayer.
I lean in closer, trying not to startle her, and catch a few words: "Rainbow Serpent sect... rituals... sacrifices... please, just end it all."
I notice that her wrists are wrapped in tattered cloth, partially concealing fresh cuts that have left scars on her delicate skin.
Her voice breaks as she speaks of ending her life, and I feel a pang of sadness and regret.
I edge closer, careful not to make any sudden movements that might scare her away.
The chains around my ankles scrape against the stone floor, causing her to flinch.
But she continues speaking, her fingers nervously tracing patterns in the dirt floor.
Through the dim light filtering from a high window, I study her movements, fascinated by the way her fingers dance across the ground.
She draws serpentine patterns, and I notice that her fingers leave behind faint trails in the grime.
I recognize some of the symbols as belonging to the Rainbow Sect, an ancient cult known for its dark rituals.
But there's something else mixed in with the symbols - what looks like a crude map.
The girl's fingers move quickly, as if she's trying to convey a message before anyone can see.
I inch closer, my chains clinking softly against the floor.
She tenses but doesn't stop drawing.
I settle down beside her, feeling the cold stone seep through my thin clothes.
The air is heavy with the scent of dampness and decay.
She glances up at me briefly, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination.
Then she continues drawing, her voice barely above a whisper as she explains what she's creating. "This is a map," she says, pointing to the twisting lines on the ground.
"It shows the escape routes from this place."
She taps on one of the symbols.
"This one here represents a hidden passage beneath the cells. It leads to an underground river that flows into the sea."
I lean in closer, intrigued by her words and the intricate patterns she's created.
The girl looks up at me again, her eyes searching mine for any sign of understanding or hope.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, she stops drawing and falls silent.
Her body goes limp, and her head falls back against the wall.
I reach out and gently touch her shoulder, feeling a surge of concern and compassion for this broken girl who has been through so much. She opens her eyes slowly, looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
For a moment, we just stare at each other, two strangers locked in a cell together with no clear way out.
And then she speaks again, her voice barely audible over the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance.
"I'm sorry," she whispers.
"I didn't mean to scare you."
I shake my head gently, trying to reassure her that everything is okay.
"It's all right," I say softly.
"You didn't scare me. I just want to help you."
The girl nods slowly, seeming to accept my words at face value.