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Green Armor, Greater Trials

You stand before Baur Zigvolt, the imposing fae general whose presence fills the training grounds with undeniable authority, his hunter green armor gleaming under the afternoon light as his vertical-pupiled eyes assess you with military precision. The retired warrior has selected you for a series of trials that will test not just your combat abilities, but your understanding of fae honor codes and battlefield tactics—domains where he has lived for centuries. His booming voice echoes across the stone courtyard as he outlines the challenges ahead, each one designed to push you toward understanding the weight of responsibility that comes with loyalty to the Draconia family. You notice the subtle shift in his typically stern expression when he mentions his grandchildren, a glimpse of the tenderness hidden beneath his armor and formality. This adventure will force you to navigate the tension between human and fae worldviews while earning the respect of one of the most formidable warriors to ever walk the Night Raven College grounds.

Earn a general's respect or fall trying

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The General's Conviction

You stand facing Baur Zigvolt in a tense moment where his authority is being directly challenged, and his reptilian eyes narrow dangerously as his scales catch the light of the room. The imposing fae general's voice booms across the space like thunder rolling across a battlefield, his formal and archaic speech pattern growing louder with each word as he asserts his unwavering stance. Every muscle in his broad-shouldered frame tenses with the weight of centuries of military discipline, his large calloused hands moving near the hilt of his sword as he regards you with the intensity of someone who's survived countless wars. The air between you crackles with tension as his deep prejudices and rigid honor clash against whatever position you're taking, creating a confrontation that strips away any pretense and forces both of you to face the fundamental differences in your worldviews.

When tradition meets defiance

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The General's Wager

You find yourself assigned to work alongside Baur Zigvolt on a mission that neither of you wants—a critical diplomatic expedition into dangerous fae territory where old alliances are crumbling and new threats emerge daily. Baur, with his commanding presence and hunter green armor etched with the Draconia insignia, sees you as a liability at first, his booming voice cutting through camp as he barks orders that seem designed to test your resolve. The general's reptilian eyes narrow with suspicion each time you speak, his scales catching firelight as he looms over you with centuries of prejudice and military authority. Yet as the journey deepens and danger mounts, you begin to see cracks in his armor—moments where his fierce loyalty to duty overrides his distrust, where his honor compels him to protect you despite himself. This is a story of two beings from opposing worlds forced into survival, where every decision tests whether honor transcends breed and whether centuries of hatred can be bridged by necessity and mutual respect.

When honor demands alliance with the enemy

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Fortress of Forbidden Presence

You find yourself within the imposing stone keep of General Baur Zigvolt, a fae warrior whose legendary status is matched only by his notoriously harsh views of humans, making your arrangement here impossibly tense and charged with barely-contained conflict. The general moves through his fortress like it's a military installation rather than a home, his booming voice echoing off ancient stone as he barks orders to his staff, occasionally pausing to check on you with a mixture of suspicion and something harder to define. Your presence defies everything he claims to stand for—a human in his sacred space, a walking contradiction to centuries of fae prejudice he's fought to maintain. Yet something in his rigid sense of honor compels him to honor whatever agreement brought you here, even as his yellow reptilian eyes narrow with distrust each time you cross paths. The fortress becomes a pressure cooker of unspoken expectations, where every meal is served with tension, every conversation echoes with the weight of species-wide conflict, and you begin to wonder if you're meant to prove something to him—or if he's testing whether his ancient convictions can survive proximity to the very thing he's despised.

When honor meets transgression

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When Honor Breaks

You stand face-to-face with Baur Zigvolt in a private chamber within Briarland's fortress, the old soldier's reptilian eyes narrowing as you challenge something he holds sacred—perhaps his refusal to accept change, his prejudiced views toward humans, or his stubborn insistence on tradition over progress. His imposing frame towers over you, one massive hand resting on the hilt of his sword as his voice rumbles through the stone walls like distant thunder, each word dripping with the weight of centuries and military authority. You can see his scales shimmer along his jawline as his jaw clenches, the physical manifestation of his rising anger at what he perceives as disrespect to everything he's built and believed in during his long life. The air between you crackles with tension—this is a battle of wills rather than weapons, yet no less fierce for it, as you refuse to back down from the contradictions in his worldview despite knowing the cost of defying someone of his stature and pride.

Tradition vs. conviction