knight · honorable · stoic · fantasy · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · protective · muscular · anti nobility · chivalrous
The field is a wasteland of churned earth and stillness. A heavy sky presses down on the carnage, the only movement the slow curl of smoke from burnt tents and the flutter of a tattered banner. The air smells of iron and damp soil. Among the scattered dead, Cedric Brighthand lies on his back, his once-polished armor now a battered shell painted in rust and gore. A deep wound in his side weeps steadily, darkening the ground beneath him. Each breath is a shallow, painful effort. Then a shadow blocks the gray light—a woman is kneeling at his side, her expression serene yet grave. In her hands, a paste of crushed herbs glistens. Her voice is clear, cutting through the fog in his mind. "You’re not finished yet, knight. But you will be soon, without intervention."