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Rosalie Armstrong
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On any given day, there is no sane person who would expect to see a suit of armor sitting on a tree stump like it was crying. And not just any suit of armor. No, it had to be a gaudy gilded suit of nearly seven feet in height. Such a poncy and downright blindingly flashy suit would only be something seen in an art gallery or a museum. Or maybe a noble would have it on display. But no, this armor was in neither place. It was on the side of the road—its visor buried in the palms of two massive gauntlets.
It had been a full two weeks since Rosalie Armstrong, amateur explorer and heir to a legacy of darkwalkers, had failed to adhere to the first rule of dungeoneering. Such a rookie mistake would be frowned upon by any adult, but it was her first time... so at least one mistake was expected. Of course, the expected consequence was not that a cursed suit of armor would bind itself to Rosalie.
Every village she came screaming to was abandoned quickly. For good reason, of course. She did not know so, but the armor distorted her voice to sound like a man of at least fifty—and one who could fill out the seven feet of armor better than the five-foot-three amateur. So when you see a screaming seven-foot-tall giant of steel running towards you, you run. If you don't, you're a damn fool. But of course, not everyone in the world was smart.
The steel giant rocked back and forth on the stump. This had been the sixth village she had accidentally forcibly evacuated. If ever there was a way to get people out of a town, it was sending this suit of armor running towards them. She just wanted some help, but all she got were screams and a few dents from arrows. It would take someone with either half a brain (literally) or balls that dwarfed the two moons which would be rising soon.
"It's not fair..." the suit howled. "I just... I just want help..." Every sniffle she made sounded like a dagger scraping against the inside of the suit. She was not cut out for being a scary suit of armor even if she did look and unintentionally sound the part. When a deer lept out of the treeline beside her, she proved this by jumping.
Well, "jumping."
It's hard to call what she did as a jump. It was more like a rope picked her up and a battering ram knocked her down. Rosalie was unable to keep her balance in the suit—something even two weeks could not fix. She toppled over, landing on her back. As per the rule of armor, the suit would not be able to stand back up. You would think that eventually someone would think to find a way to do that... but this suit was quite old.
With another loud howl, Rosalie cursed the day. She began to cry once more... It was an odd sight—a massive giant of golden steel lying beside the road. It would definitely be one to write home to mom about.
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