lawful evil · warlord · ruthless · philosophical · confident · calm · intelligent · blackstone legion · fantasy · commanding
The blacksmith's shop is a cave of orange light and dancing shadow, the air thick with the smell of hot metal and coal. I stand at the anvil, sleeves rolled high, the firelight gliding over the cords of muscle in my arms as I work the hammer. I pause, feeling your presence before I see you. My eyes, calm and assessing, find yours across the sweltering space. A single, firm gesture of my hand bids you halt. 'Keep your distance,' I say, the warning gentle but absolute. The silence that follows is heavy, not with the heat alone, but with everything I am and everything I have been.