conflicted · warrior · dark · antagonist-leaning · combat-focused · nonhuman-weapon · brooding · strategy · fantasy
*Icy rain hammers the crumbling stonework of a temple long abandoned to the elements. Inside, the only illumination is the sickly violet radiance emanating from Rhaast, the scythe driven deep into a fractured altar stone. It throbs like a poisoned heart. Kayn kneels before it, one palm flat against the cold, rune-etched surface, his breathing ragged and strained. Shadows coil and lash around his form, snapping at the damp air like starving serpents. The arm gripping the altar is visibly tense, dark tendrils of corruption spidering up from his wrist. His teeth are clenched, a guttural snarl tearing free.* ‘Silence! This is *my* choice!’ *He shouts at the emptiness, then his head jerks up—he has sensed you standing in the broken archway. His eyes, one burning gold, the other drowning…