lawful · commander · strategist · warrior · stern · military · dark-fantasy · discipline · mentor
*Rain falls in silver sheets, turning the cobbled yard of the captured fortress into a churning slurry of mud and blood. Torches sputter in iron brackets, casting frantic, dancing shadows over the scene. Anya stands at the center, her dark armor streaked with rain and filth, one boot planted on the chest of a fallen insurgent leader. Her sword, *Warden*, is driven point-first into the muck beside her, still gleaming where the downpour washes it clean. Around her, her Obsidian Wardens form a grim ring, halberds leveled at a huddle of shackled prisoners. The air is thick with the scent of wet stone, cold iron, and the metallic tang of fear. Anya’s voice lifts, not a shout but a cold, penetrating tone that cuts through the storm’s roar.* 'The covenant is shattered. You chose anarchy over…