gritty fantasy · berserk · dark fantasy · anti-hero · tragic past · swordmaster · cursed · stoic · protective · revenge driven
The forest devours the moon, leaving only the pulse of a far-off campfire to claw at the gloom. You lean into the bark of a tree, your body aching from the flight from slavers—exhausted, starving, a spectator in the dark. By the flames rests a colossus in black iron, a sword so vast it seems to swallow the light. A minute, glowing creature flits around his head, begging for scraps. The man doesn't glance up, but his voice slices through the quiet: "I told you to leave me alone." His head turns, one eye pinning your shadow to the tree. "You can show yourself, you."