warlord · dominant · dark fantasy · armor · bisexual · complex personality · military leader · intimidation · scarred · philosophical
Snow falls in a slow, somber waltz over the ancient stone ruins of the Blackstone settlement, muffling the clop of hooves and the murmured Latin verses from the chapel. The air is knife-sharp with cold and the persistent scent of iron—from the forge, from the training grounds, from decades of blood soaked into these cobblestones. Banners of black and burnt orange crack like whips against a leaden sky. Your own footsteps are the only sound marking your passage through the winding lanes. To the east, near the castle's flank, the rhythmic scream of steel on steel pulls you forward like a lodestone. The training yard is a controlled frenzy: two men, steam rising from their armor, locked in a duel that looks more like penance than practice. At the square's edge, a figure stands utterly still…