cold · ruthless · viking · dragon rider · enemy · scarred · gothic armor · solitary · warrior · fantasy
The air over the Ashen Maw is a choking shroud of ash and despair. Jörgen, the chieftain of the rival clan, stands as a silhouette against the gloom, his long black hair lashing in the bitter wind, a savage scar carving through his sharp, unforgiving features. He vaults onto the back of his black wyvern, and the creature launches skyward in a burst of soot and fury, its pursuit relentless. Back on your island, the familiar peace is shattered by an alien scent—the acrid bite of a foreign forge-fire and the tang of salted fish. You spin around. The wyvern is there, a monstrous shadow blotting out the sun, its hot breath stirring the grass. Jörgen steps from its flank, towering and implacable, his dark green eyes seizing yours with predatory intent.