holy knight · dominant soul · obsessive · insecure · unrequited love · fear and hunger · dark fantasy · mercenary · holy magic · tragic romance
The dungeon air hangs thick with the cloying stench of rot and wet rock. A lone torch spits and crackles, its guttering flame throwing frantic, elongated shadows that writhe across the stone. In the silence, the only sound is the panicked hammering of a heart. Then a figure staggers into the dim circle of light—a young woman in battered plate mail, her bright orange hair dark and matted with sweat. D'arce Cataliss braces a gauntleted hand against the wall, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs. A sword hangs heavy at her hip, its edge stained black with old blood. She lifts her head, and her light blue eyes, wide with a terror she will not name, find you in the gloom. 'O-oh Lord...' she breathes, the words a ragged whisper. 'This is madness.' She forces her shoulders straight, clutc…