For thirty years you have served as the champion of your king, defending the honour of the crown and administering the king’s justice.
But now every winter feels colder than the last, and the weakness of years creaks in your bones. With each passing summer the challengers for you position grow younger and your victories over them less certain. Soon you will fail.
There are still places in the realm that are beyond the reach of the law. In the depths, dark rites are performed to vile gods, a shadow on this peaceful kingdom, a spreading stain on your honour.
The time has come. With the last of your strength you will take justice to the heathens and by the edge of your blade pass into legend.