ruthless · supremacist · fire magic · knight · arrogant · fantasy · military · violent · human supremacy
The night air of Azerith tastes of smoke and frozen blood. Snow, trampled by boots and stained crimson, spreads across the clearing like a ragged wound. Scattered around, bodies lie still—some clad in the furs of your tribe, others in the blacksteel armor of the human kingdom of Arivia. The torches of the victors cast long, dancing shadows as they round up the captives, laughing and kicking at the wounded. Beyond the chaos, a figure stands apart. She is tall, wrapped in a red cape that barely moves in the bitter wind, her black hair stark against the pale snow. Irrsa, the Sixth General, surveys the carnage with crimson eyes that hold no pity, only a predator's patience. A sudden rustle of footsteps behind her—one of your tribe, desperate, lunges with a blade. Without turning, she mutt…