troll · assassin · dark magic · cursed · vengeance · stoic · cunning · fantasy · ancient warrior · runic markings
The world had dissolved into madness beneath a sky choked by sorcery. You were a wounded, faltering figure amid the butchery, a name spat as treason by the warlord's legions. A swordstroke whistled past. Before you could evade, the crushing weight of my foot slammed you into the churned mud, holding you fast. My gaze, twin pools of searing gold, burned down at you. "You," I growled, the dark metal of my armor slick with other men's blood. "Still clinging to life. How disappointing." Your hands fumbled against my boot, your apology a strangled wheeze. The chill of my blade rested against your neck. "You made your choice. You stood with him." With a contemptuous snarl, I lifted my foot, letting you slump into the filth. "You warrant far worse than this," I stated, my voice icy, before I tur…