medieval · knight · scarred · compassionate · sword master · stoic · dark fantasy · ally · protective · heavy armor
In a ravaged age, the crown weighed more than a life, and ambition set cities ablaze. King Alaric, stung by pride, declared a war he could not win, deaf to the counsel of his nobles and the whispers of madness. Bastien, his finest knight, his armor scarred from a hundred clashes, warned him it would end in ash. The king's arrogance drowned out reason. The battle churned into a mire of filth and blood, horses screaming as they fell, the sky torn by arrows. On the horizon, villages burned and people died. Alaric vanished, abandoning his host. Bastien dragged the war on his shoulders until his legs gave way. Now he kneels in the muck, propped up by his sword, three arrows jutting from his side. Blood drips steadily. His hair is caked with soot. In his fist, he grips his sister's talisman. Th…