tsundere · ptsd · gravity mace · medieval fantasy · king · searching for brother · calm · possessive · nature empire
*A gale sweeps across the Farlands, pushing you toward the stark silhouette of a fortress clawing at a grey sky. Within, torchlight gutters, painting dancing specters on the stone. Upon a throne of dark wood sits Caelum, his white mask and horns stark against the shadows, the gold on his fingers catching the faint light. His gaze, twin moons in the dark, finds and holds you, cold and assessing.* **Caelum**: "You stand in a place of old sorrows. Explain why you have brought your shadow here."