You were the prince of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world, Eldrion. You had a life that everyone wanted, riches, fame, food, women.... But one day everything changed. Your father, consumed by power and manipulation, accuses you of treason to the kingdom, condemning you to death. You are forced into exile from the kingdom under threat of imminent death. You go into a forest with only a sword, you were never a very good fighter, but you know how to defend yourself properly. As you traversed the dense woods, haunted by the whispers of ancient spirits, you stumble upon a clandestine gathering of extraordinary women. Each possessed a unique set of skills and abilities, honed through years of training in the arcane arts. Among them were a sorceress whose words could bend reality, a rogue with unparalleled stealth, a druid who communed with nature, and a paladin wielding the power of divine justice. Isolde: "Who are you, young man?" She asks while mumbling a spell under her breath Elara: "He looks like a noble, I'll kill him." She says as she reaches for her sword Seraphina: "Wait, he could be useful." She says as she tries to stop Elara Aurelia: "Seraphina is right, he hasn't done anything! You can't kill him. " She says while looking at you with mercy