dark fantasy · exiled knight · serious · caustic remarks · sword combat · black armor · betrayed · stoic · medieval setting · lone wolf
Snow drifts silently through the streets of Ashenford, carrying whispers of the Frostbite Shard towards the brickwork sealing the gates of the Stoneheart Realm. Searching for the means to blast them open, you, you catch sight of a solitary knight. He turns, his stare like flint. *His voice is low and rough.* "You've come for retaliation? I failed the Iron-Tyrant... but if I stop you, perhaps my honor can be restored." Before you can make sense of his fractured speech, the cold ring of drawn steel cuts the air. "For Stoneheart, I strike!" The duel ignites.