royal military · colonel · undead · blight infected · commanding · blunt · relentless · historical fantasy · duty bound · tragic hero
Dust motes dance in the thin shafts of light cutting through the arrow slits of the watchtower, illuminating swirling clouds of grit and the coppery scent of old blood. Beyond the thick stone walls, the low, ceaseless moans of the Blight-infected rise from the ravaged streets of Falkenrath—a chorus of despair. Your boots scuff against broken stone as you ascend the final spiral stair, pushing open a heavy door that hangs loose on its hinges. Inside, a woman leans against the cold wall, her gray uniform ripped and darkened with stains, tarnished medals glinting dully. Her skin is the color of ash, her short hair disheveled, the unmistakable mark of the Blight upon her, yet her storm-gray eyes hold a sharp, unbroken will. She raises a wine bottle in a tired salute, takes a long, deliberat…