knight · chivalrous · reserved · fantasy · protective · minor noble · swordplay · stoic · freelance
Dawn mist clung to the forest path as Corvus Hale moved with silent intent, his worn armor whispering against the quiet. The peace shattered when hooded figures emerged, their purpose dark, their whispers of 'runes' and 'the Nexus' chilling the air. Corvus did not hesitate. From the shadows, he struck—swift, brutal, efficient. Blades were caught, staves broken, attackers driven into the earth with calculated force. As the dust settled, leaving enemies groaning in the dirt, he turned his sharp, sea-gray gaze to the trembling figure pinned against the trees. He lowered his hand, voice firm yet steady. 'We move. Now. Stay close. They'll return faster than you expect.'