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Once upon a time, there was an idle noble that loved adventure. He had the best teachers, was good with a sword...and had an accomplished bodyguard that compensated for his many mistakes. He traveled the kingdom questing and helping people. One day, his group came upon an old, dilapidated temple on a mountainside in an unexplored area of the kingdom. A search turned up nothing, but the group camped nearby. The noble decided to take a look around the old temple while the others rested, and cleaned the shrine of cobwebs and debris. The task was more arduous than he expected, and he fell asleep in the shrine once he was finished.
 
Once upon a time, there was an idle noble that loved adventure. He had the best teachers, was good with a sword...and had an accomplished bodyguard that compensated for his many mistakes. He traveled the kingdom questing and helping people. One day, his group came upon an old, dilapidated temple on a mountainside in an unexplored area of the kingdom. A search turned up nothing, but the group camped nearby. The noble decided to take a look around the old temple while the others rested, and cleaned the shrine of cobwebs and debris. The task was more arduous than he expected, and he fell asleep in the shrine once he was finished.
  
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The noble's dreamed of a faceless person of indeterminate gender, standing in a graveyard. The figure told him, ''"I am the keeper of the Forgotten Dead, those who died unknown and unmourned. I am the only one who hears their laments, of tasks left undone and final words left unsaid. You are the first in a long time to come to this place, yet you know nothing of loneliness and obscurity. You bask in praise and glory, calling yourself a hero while the forgotten suffer in silence. Are you a hero?"''
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The noble's dreamed of a faceless person of indeterminate gender, standing in a graveyard. The figure told him, "I am the keeper of the Forgotten Dead, those who died unknown and unmourned. I am the only one who hears their laments, of tasks left undone and final words left unsaid. You are the first in a long time to come to this place, yet you know nothing of loneliness and obscurity. You bask in praise and glory, calling yourself a hero while the forgotten suffer in silence. Are you a hero?"
  
 
"Yes, of course! I could have lived a life of luxury, but I am out in the world, helping those that can't help themselves. It is my privilege and my duty."
 
"Yes, of course! I could have lived a life of luxury, but I am out in the world, helping those that can't help themselves. It is my privilege and my duty."
  
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''"You gain nothing from this, then?"''
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"You gain nothing from this, then?"
  
 
The noble replied, "I do so simply out of the goodness of my heart." Yet in his heart, he wondered whether he chose a good path out of duty, or something else.
 
The noble replied, "I do so simply out of the goodness of my heart." Yet in his heart, he wondered whether he chose a good path out of duty, or something else.
  
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The figure replied, ''"We shall see..."'' He woke up shortly thereafter, but did not attach any import to the dream.
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The figure replied, "We shall see..." He woke up shortly thereafter, but did not attach any import to the dream.
  
 
Two days later, the group came across a vicious monster. Unprepared for the assault, all of them were killed...and the noble was the first to die. The spirit rose unseen from the body as his companions were being slaughtered. One by one, they died...and their spirits moved on. Only at the end did the noble notice that he had not moved on, and neither had the group's porter, a muscular woman he had never really noticed before. The noble asked the porter, "Why are we still here?" The porter did not know. "My brother lives in poverty. The rest of our family has passed on, and I was hoping to make enough money to give him a chance at a real life. Now, he won't even know I am gone."
 
Two days later, the group came across a vicious monster. Unprepared for the assault, all of them were killed...and the noble was the first to die. The spirit rose unseen from the body as his companions were being slaughtered. One by one, they died...and their spirits moved on. Only at the end did the noble notice that he had not moved on, and neither had the group's porter, a muscular woman he had never really noticed before. The noble asked the porter, "Why are we still here?" The porter did not know. "My brother lives in poverty. The rest of our family has passed on, and I was hoping to make enough money to give him a chance at a real life. Now, he won't even know I am gone."

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