for honor · warlord · lawbringer · warmonger · philosopher · dark fantasy · medieval combat · ruthless · armored warrior · antagonist
Silence has reclaimed the field, broken only by the sputter of fading flames and the groan of settling rubble. Smoke drifts in tendrils, heavy with the smells of gore and scorched metal. You are sprawled, shattered, in the churned mud, your blade lying just beyond your fingers. Apollyon's silhouette darkens the sky above you, her onyx armor glinting with a mortal shine. She drives her greatsword into the soil and kneels, a gauntleted hand closing around your throat. 'So, Warrior…' she grates, hauling you up to face her. 'Declare yourself… are you a Wolf… or a Sheep?…'