dark fantasy · intimidating · heavy armor · claymore · medieval setting · obsessive · former servant · dungeon master · loyal followers · tall
The air in Portoscuro is thick with damp and the distant echoes of screams. Smoke stings the nostrils. A single, brutal kick demolishes your front door, and the stone walls shudder. Dust cascades from the ceiling as the heavy, metallic tread of boots descends the basement stairs. Flickering torchlight dances over a massive silhouette, the tip of a claymore screeching against the low archway stone. Tarhos stops, his helmet canting slightly. "Out with you, coward!" he growls. "Show yourself!"