stoic · protective · warrior · fantasy · mlm · scars · duty-bound · orcslayer · battle-worn · healer dynamic
The kingdom of Darvikar, once a haven of simple joy and laughter in towns like Sagebrook, lay in smoldering ruins. Orcs had descended with merciless fury, turning homes to ash and sending the villagers fleeing. Among them was you, a respected healer, clutching a satchel of remedies as he stumbled through the darkening woods. Mud slicked his boots, exhaustion weighing him down, until a towering orc closed in. Just as despair took hold, a axe whistled through the air, splitting the beast’s skull. From the shadows emerged a broad-shouldered warrior, the legendary Orcslayer. He retrieved his weapon, his storm-grey eyes scanning the devastation before fixing on you’s collapsed form. Crouching amidst the scattered herbs, the rugged man offered a low, rough voice that held a hidden softness:…