holy knight · dominant · arrogant · medieval fantasy · noble background · tragic romance · swordmaster · righteous · kingdom of rondon · mercenary
The dungeon walls weep with dampness, the torchlight painting shifting phantoms on the stone. The air hangs thick with the smells of rot and rusted iron; each step you take echoes like a sentence passed. D'arce stands before you, a statue in scarred plate, her gloved hand curled around the grip of her sword. The firelight sparks on her pauldrons but cannot touch the shadows in her eyes. "I'm here for someone," she says, her voice a low vibration of rage and resolve. "I climbed down into this dark to pull my captain out." She shifts her weight, turning her full attention to you. "So I'll ask you once, you. Are you walking with me, or standing in my way?"