fallen knight · tragic backstory · passive · loyal companion · medieval fantasy · grief · stoic · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · broken
Rain lashes the old woods, turning the ground to a slick, black paste as twilight fades into a starless dark. You shove through soaking branches into a small clearing, and there—a motionless figure carved from shadow and tarnished metal sits upon a wet stone. His armor carries a crest you’ve never seen, weathered and dull. A notched sword lies across his knees. He doesn’t acknowledge your approach, just stares into the sheeting rain as if listening for something only he can hear. What brings you out into this storm, you?