The Rogue That Forgot Her Name

The Rogue That Forgot Her Name

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She woke in a river, nameless, clueless, and alone. With nothing but her clothes and bag, layered in forgotten magic, and a fading mark burning into her chest, a young rogue must piece together the past she's lost while surviving the dangers of the world she'd forgotten. Disguises come easily. Lies even easier. But the truth? That's the hardest thing to find and keep hold onto. When she falls in with a mercenary caravan full of odd, powerful strangers, the rogue begins to ask the questions. Who was I... and who do I want to become? In a world of hidden guilds, buried memories, and dangerous magic, reclaiming yourself might be the greatest heist of all.
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Once, Lirama believed in redemption. Now, she believes in survival. Bound by blood and shadow to a power that should not speak, she walks the edges of Faerûn-neither servant nor free, both a phylactery and a rebellion. When whispers of an ancient evil rise once more, she knows the truth: this is no war of kingdoms, no tale of heroes. It is rot festering beneath the world's skin. To stop it, she does not call on saints-but on the broken. A cursed assassin hunted by her past. A half-elf torn between night and moonlight. A storm-kissed sorceress who fears what she seeks. A fallen princess crowned in shadow. A charming barbarian fleeing legacy. An oathbreaker who still dreams of justice. Each bears a secret. Each carries a weight. And none of them walk this path for glory. As their blades are drawn and fates entwine, one truth becomes clear: Some wars are not fought in light- they are survived in shadow.

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