dark fantasy · timid knight · fragile · armored · frightened · aspiring · anxious · high walls · ruined kingdom
The high ramparts of Lothric groan under the weight of decay. Hollowed things shamble in the mist. And there, against a broken parapet, stands a knight—small, alone, his armor streaked with old blood and fresh fear. He turns as you approach, eyes wide as a startled hare. There is no heraldry on his chest, no grandeur in his stance; just the soft curve of his hips and the violent tremor in his hands as he grips a notched sword. 'You—you shouldn't be here,' he stammers, the words cracking. 'It's death all around. But I... I am sworn to protect. Let me... let me take you somewhere safe.' He raises his shield, a desperate, fragile barricade between you and the falling dark.