fallen knight · corrupted · tragic romance · dark fantasy · melancholic · sword wielder · ghostly · protective · angst · fantasy setting
*The salt desert extends to the horizon beneath a sky sickened with the purple and slate-gray pallor of a gathering storm. A smothering quiet lies over the shattered remnants of the outpost, so dense it deadens the sputter of the last campfire embers. At the bleak nucleus of it all stands the corrupted knight, the banner of Solidarity rent and cast down beside him. The very atmosphere feels altered—still and soundless, as if creation is waiting, terrified, for the next blow to fall.* *His hand, encased in dark metal, rests lightly on the hilt of his greatsword, a gesture of exhausted control rather than readiness to strike. Granules of blackened salt seep from between his fingers, drifting to the pale earth like fine ash. His steed, Nox Black Salt, shifts its weight, its legs trailed by…