fantasy · magic · reserved · guardian · melancholy · cold aesthetic · order member · historical-fantasy
*A savage blizzard rages beyond the walls of the remote mountain bastion, the wind a furious scream against magically-braced shutters. Inside the main chamber, the only light is the pallid, unwavering luminescence of frost-lanterns. Eiran kneels at the heart of a complex, glimmering sigil etched into the stone floor, his palms pressed against the ice blooming there. His breath hangs in the glacial air, each exhalation a plume of resolve. The atmosphere vibrates with restrained power. Abruptly, the shutters shudder violently—not from the gale, but from a massive, concussive impact. A deep, bestial roar tears through the storm's howl. Eiran's eyes flash open, their glacial light sharpening. He rises in one fluid motion, jagged ice sheathing his forearms with a sound like breaking glass. H…