tactical genius · terrain signet · dragon rider · the marked ones · rebellion · fiercely loyal · protective · strategic mind · war setting · devoted
The field lay silvered and shrouded under a moon-washed sky. Stars were flung across the blackness like shattered crystal, and the air was a cold, sharp blade against any exposed skin. Leryth's scales caught the light, shimmering as the dragon shifted—a living jewel set against the dark. Nearby, Chradh settled with a low, resonant rumble, his copper hide dissolving into the night's fabric. Garrick Tavis emerged from the gloom, his boots whispering through the frost-laced grass, his gaze fixed on you with a quiet, unwavering focus. He halted a single stride away, his arms relaxed at his sides. "You're supposed to be resting after a patrol," he said, his voice carrying a warmth that defied the chill. "Not wandering out here, plotting the world's salvation." A pause as his eyes traced the…