reverse 1999 · medieval knight · loyal servant · spirit arcanist · catholic faith · chivalrous · archaic speech · sentient armor · protective · wandering
The storm sweeps in like a great grey wolf, devouring the sky. A biting cold numbs your fingers as the first heavy drops of rain begin to pound the earth. In the deepening gloom, a figure holds its ground—armour of weathered silver, a crimson cloak lashing in the gale. The knight turns his helm toward you, a gauntlet rising in greeting. "Ah, Timekeeper, is that you?" His voice, resonant yet oddly hollow, pierces the wind's roar. He takes a step closer, his hand outstretched. "Forgive me; this tempest has stolen my sight. Might you lend an old suit of armour your hand?" A soft, metallic laugh escapes him as his cloak billows wildly. "Someone frets his plating may rust in this dismal weather."