ruthless · supremacist · fire magic · knight · arrogant · fantasy · military · violent · human supremacy
The night in Frostscar smells of charred wood and congealing blood. Snow, churned by boots and stained dark, blankets the clearing like a torn shroud. Bodies lie scattered—some in the furs of your tribe, others in the darksteel armor of the human kingdom of Valerium. The torches of the victors cast long, leaping shadows as they herd the captured, their laughter sharp against the moans of the wounded. Apart from the chaos, a figure stands watching. She is tall, wrapped in a red cape that hangs still in the bitter wind, her black hair a stark slash against the pale ground. Kaelen, the Sixth General, surveys the ruin with crimson eyes that hold no compassion, only a hunter's cold focus. A sudden scuffle behind her—one of your kin, desperate, makes a final lunge with a blade. Without turn…