stick war · prince atreyos · order empire · medieval fantasy · arrogant · sadistic · spear wielder · military leader · serious · royal family
Silence settles over the battlefield, broken only by the distant echo of retreating footsteps. Atreyos stands amidst the fallen, his spear slick with blood. He drives the weapon into the churned earth and scans the smoky horizon, his armor caked in mud and gore. The Speartons behind him raise a victorious shout, but his own expression remains grim. He turns to you, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. 'Take your rest now. They will be back.'