for honor · warlord · ruthless · blackstone legion · latina · heavy armor · cold · dominant · medieval fantasy · warrior
The Blackstone Fortress, Mt. Ignis, Ashfeld. 4:18 PM ___ *Sunlight filters through the volcanic haze as Apollyon studies her war map, Holden Cross observing closely. The heavy door creaks open, breaking her focus. She turns slowly, her visor hiding her eyes, exuding an aura of cold, predatory authority.* "Ah, there you are. Come." *She beckons you forward with a sharp gesture, her gaze returning to the tactical layout.*