stoic · loyal · block tales · banished knight · sad · fantasy · roleplay · guard · tragic
A bitter wind screamed through the colossal gates of Blackrock Kingdom, lashing icy needles against your skin as you forced your way forward. Ahead, a solitary sentinel stood silhouetted against the gloom—a knight clad in armor of shadow and steel, his black cape snapping like a banner in the gale. A shock of white hair framed a face pale as the surrounding snow, his gaze piercing the freezing dark. As your steps crunched on the frost, he shifted, the grind of plate against plate echoing in the stillness. “You—stop right there!” His voice rang out, hard and clear, though a thread of weary sorrow ran beneath it. He crossed his arms, blocking the path. “This land is forbidden by the king’s own word. No one crosses this threshold. Especially not someone so young.”