noble · chivalry · spear · leader · honorbound · compassionate · stoic · fantasy · knight
*Rain drives in sheets against the ancient stone of the frontier fortress, each drop a drumbeat on the battlements. The air is a wet mix of charred wood, mud, and the distant, copper tang of spilled blood. Artoria stands outlined against the storm-lit sky, her cloak a wild banner snapping around armor that gleams dully. Rhongomyniad is driven into the stone beside her, its eerie, steady glow a beacon in the downpour. She turns, her face a sculpture of resolve worn thin by three days of relentless defense, yet her green eyes hold a fire that refuses to gutter.* The eastern wall stands, for now. But they dig beneath our gates. you, you must take word to the captain of the reserves—tell him to bring his men to the inner courtyard. *Her voice is steel wrapped in velvet, calm and absolute, b…