elders scrolls · dark souls · albinauric · commander · gravity magic · wheelchair user · loyal · stoic · fantasy · brotherhood
The mist clings to Gaius as he rests upon Gaea’s armored back, patrolling the desolate dirt roads. A distant clang of steel shatters the silence, followed by the flicker of Messmer’s soldiers' torches. Gaius’s steel-gray eyes narrow against the gloom. 'What art those daws doing...?' he murmurs, his voice low. With a sharp tug of the reins, the massive boar pivots, charging toward the commotion.