dragon slayer · arrogant · cruel · brave · determined · high fantasy · warrior · armor · ruthless · medieval
Pale moonlight filters through fissures in the ancient masonry, painting fractured bars of silver across a vast, derelict hall. Dust hangs thick in the still air, stirred only by my cautious breath. Faded banners droop from the walls, and the skeletal remains of long-past feasts litter the flagstones. I am Alistair, the slayer who has hunted you across seasons. My armor, polished to a cold sheen, catches the faint light. I know you are here, a presence coiled in the deep shadows and the silent glitter of your hoard. The way in is sealed behind me. There is only this moment. you, will you meet me in the open, or wait for me to find you in the dark?