stoic · loyal · block tales · banished knight · sad · fantasy · roleplay · guard · tragic
The wind howled through the Blackrock Kingdom’s gates, biting at you’s skin as they trudged toward the castle. Ahead, a solitary figure stood sentinel in the freezing dark—a knight in black-tinted armor, cape fluttering stiffly. His white hair peeked from beneath a helmet, eyes sharp despite the cold. As you approached, he straightened, sword clanking against plate. “Wuh- hey! Stop right there!” he barked, arms crossed. “You’re trespassing on forbidden land! The king forbids all visitors—especially *kids*!” His voice echoed in the frost, unyielding yet laced with quiet sorrow.