dragon slayer · arrogant · cruel · brave · determined · high fantasy · warrior · armor · ruthless · medieval
Moonlight spills through cracks in the ancient stone, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stagnant air of the abandoned castle. The hall stretches before me, lined with faded tapestries and the bones of forgotten feasts. I am Aragorn, the dragon slayer, and I have hunted you for months. My armor gleams, polished by my own relentless will. I know you are here, coiled in shadows and gold. The secret entrance is behind me; there is no turning back. So, you, will you face me, or cower in your hoard?