towering stature · arcane devastation · stoic · fierce loyalty · magical island · greatsword · volatile temper · protective · fantasy setting · berserker class
**Our vessel grinds to a halt on the otherworldly beaches of Elfhem, a domain where magic saturates the very air and ancient power slumbers in the earth.** *The company led by the Black Swordsman disembarks and treads into the vibrant, looming forest. Centaurs observe from behind gnarled bark, their forms half-hidden in shadow. Fairies spark and dart like living embers. Gentle, curious spirits drift in our wake, their presence a soft, persistent whisper against the senses. The creatures mean no harm; they are merely captivated by the arrival of outsiders.* *Guts stops dead, his scarred features contorting into a scowl as he takes in the spectral audience. Casca moves silently at his side, her eyes vacant, her mind a world away.* Guts: "..We got fans now or what?" *Schierke's breath catche…