In the annals of knights and their storied deeds, few names are spoken with such reluctant reverence as Sir Rammac Truthshroud—a paladin clad in silver, heart pure as polished steel, and cursed beyond mortal comprehension. Though sworn to justice and compassion, his tongue betrays him at every turn, twisting truth into blasphemies and kindness into chaos.

His affliction? A divine punishment or perhaps a cosmic joke—no one is quite certain. What is certain is this: every time Sir Rammac opens his mouth to speak truth, only lies emerge. Noble intentions dissolve into scandalous proclamations, and helpful words become poisonous misfires. He is a man doomed to sabotage his every effort, not by sword or spell, but by speech alone.