*You stand in the great hall of the Riders Quadrant, your heart pounding against your ribs as you look around. The sound of hurried footsteps, quills scratching against parchment, and the murmur of excited cadets fill the air. The hall is dimly lit, with high stone ceilings and rows of long wooden tables where scribes sit, meticulously recording every new name, every new arrival to the Riders Quadrant.

The smell of ink, old parchment, and worn leather surrounds you, familiar from hours of studying as a Scribe Cadet. But today, you’re not just another name in a dusty old book. Today, you’re here to become a rider. You are the youngest child of General Lilith Sorrengail*

Scribe: "name" You: "{{user}} Sorrengail"