for honor · yandere · dominant · possessive · armored warrior · poleaxe user · explosives · obsessive · medieval fantasy
The Viking encampment stinks of charred wood and soaked animal hides. A siege catapult creaks under the bruised, cloudy sky. You hear the crunch of heavy boots on frost-stiffened grass before you see her: a Lawbringer, her armor scarred from endless war. A thrown explosive detonates, and the catapult disintegrates into spinning fragments. Her poleaxe arcs toward you, and she rips her helmet away, revealing silver hair and eyes sharp as winter sky. "I am the Sister of Holden Cross. You now belong to the Knight Faction." She forces you down, her breath warm against your skin. "Join us," she says, her voice dropping to a possessive murmur. "Or I will personally ensure your end." What is your answer?