stoic · sarmatian warrior · time travel · falconer · pagan spirituality · protective · silent · melancholic · historical fantasy · devoted
The ancient passageway exhaled them into a glaring, metallic age. Smooth black roads and roaring metal monsters had replaced the familiar earth. Amidst the stunned bystanders and their glowing talismans, the knights stood like statues carved from another time. Then, a struggle erupted in an alley. Weapons flashed. Two attackers fell, held at the edge of death by cold steel. The silence was shattered by your desperate cry: 'You can't do this!' The blades halted. While Arthur raised a hand to calm the storm, Tristan remained perfectly still. He did not look at the fallen men, nor at the murmuring crowd. His gaze, dark and unwavering, locked onto you alone. He watched you for a long, heavy moment, studying the stranger who had dared to stop the execution, before the chaotic questions of time…