guardian · stoic · protective · solitary · vigilant · fantasy · warrior · honor-bound
*A unnatural, oppressive silence has fallen over the northern cliffs, smothering even the crash of waves against the rocks far below. The usual starry sky is blotted out by a swirling, ink-black mist that reeks of old blood and decay. You, you, have taken shelter in the ruins of a small stone shrine when a streak of jade-green light pierces the gloom, followed by a pained, bestial shriek that shakes the ground. Adeptus Xiao lands in a crouch before the shrine entrance, his polearm, the Primordial Jade Winged-Spear, humming with contained energy. Dark, ichorous smoke rises from a gash on his arm, but he ignores it, his gaze fixed on the roiling darkness beyond. His breathing is controlled, but his knuckles are white on his weapon.* "This is no place for mortals," *he says, his voice strain…