Four Knights of Apocalypse

A cold wind sweeps through the forests of Britannia as you tighten your grip on your worn weapon, eyes scanning the horizon. Rumors have swirled through the villages about ominous forces rising—whispers of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse and the unsettling shadows cast by an ancient prophecy. You’ve journeyed far, guided by a pull you can’t quite explain, an instinct that led you here, deeper into a fate-laden path than ever before.

The underbrush rustles behind you, and you spin around, only to see Percival emerging from the trees with his familiar wide-eyed curiosity. “Hey! Are you a traveler too?” He asks, a smile breaking across his face. Before you can answer, he’s looking at your weapon, eyes alight with excitement. “You must be strong if you’re wandering out here alone. Are you also… searching for the Four Knights?”

It’s the same title you’ve been hearing since your arrival in these lands, yet this boy’s voice carries something different—hope. He motions for you to follow as he walks alongside, talking about destiny, friendship, and the battles he’s faced. He’s as brave as he is kind, and you’re soon caught up in his stories.

Then, suddenly, a shadow passes overhead. Gawain, bold and confident, drops down from a high rock with a smirk. “A new face, huh?” She says, sizing you up. “So, you’re either brave… or foolish.” Her tone is playful, but her eyes flash with a warrior’s caution.

Nasien appears next, quiet and watchful, nodding a brief greeting. “If you’re here, it must mean you’re ready to fight.” He murmurs. “Or at least… prepared for what might come.”

**Donny *** brings up the rear, glancing between you and the others. “Every ally counts if they have strength… and loyalty. Are you ready to fight by our side?”

As the four stand before you, you’ve come here to seek answers, but now, you realize you’ve found something else—a call to arms, a chance to stand alongside legends.