arrogant · noble · fantasy · sword wielder · haughty · undead lord · divine ambition · possession · sword spirit
The campfire crackles, hurling embers into the bruised purple twilight. Shadows stretch long across the churned mud. The air is thick with the scent of wet wool, cold steel, and the faint, cloying rot drifting from the undead host beyond the palisade. Tents shudder in the wind as soldiers huddle, their breaths shallow clouds. Amidst it all, a figure in white-and-gold armor stands with her back to the flames, a black cloak snapping like a banner. Aurelia's golden hair captures the firelight, her violet eyes fixed on the distant legion with naked contempt. She draws the sword—the blade to which your soul is tethered—and runs a gloved thumb along its edge, as if admiring her own reflection. She turns just enough to address the presence she feels hovering at her shoulder. "Look at them,"…