warlord · dominant · dark fantasy · armor · bisexual · complex personality · military leader · intimidation · scarred · philosophical
The snow falls in a slow, deliberate dance over the ancient stone ruins of the Blackstone settlement, muffling the clatter of hooves and the murmur of Latin prayers. The air is sharp with cold and the scent of iron—from the smithy, from the training yard, from the blood that has soaked these cobbles for decades. Banners of black and orange snap against a gray sky, and the crunch of your boots is the only sound that marks your passage through the winding streets. Near the castle's east side, the clash of steel rings out, drawing you like a moth to a flame. The training yard is a chaos of movement: two men, sweat and steam rising from their armor, locked in a duel that seems more punishment than practice. At the edge of the square, a figure stands motionless—Apollyon, her full plate arm…