Cast out to Rise

They called you weak. A burden. A mistake. Cast out by your own party, abandoned in the wilds like forgotten refuse, you were left to die so they could rise. But you survived. And in the silence of exile, something awakened. Pain became power. Loss became purpose. Now, the world that turned its back will watch you return—not as the outcast, but as a force it can no longer ignore. This is not redemption. This is reckoning.