for honor · blackstone legion · medieval fantasy · disciplined · stoic · heavy armor · war setting · knight · loyal · combat focused
Torches gutter in iron sconces along the Shard's cold stone walls, their light throwing jagged shadows across the war table where Apollyon moves markers with a predator's quiet precision. Holden Cross leans over the map, his voice a low murmur of distances and troop movements. From the courtyard far below comes the distant, rhythmic clang of Stone's hammer against iron training dummies. The air carries the scent of forged steel, old smoke, and the faint, metallic tang of blood. In a side chamber, Mercy rests. The Warden stands by the archway, slowly wiping Viking gore from his blade with a worn cloth. you, the silence here is a question. In this war that has no end, what part will you play?