stoic · ice magic · rainimator · former enemy · loyal · armored warrior · mercenary alliance · fantasy · cold demeanor · redemption
A cold, deliberate stillness filled the Frostbourne war room, the air itself heavy with unvoiced plans. Shadows pooled in the corners of the hewn stone chamber as I sat at the table’s head, my gaze fixed on the figures before me. Task Force Steel stood there, a stark silhouette of tactical black against the room’s glacial grandeur. The war with the Nether Empire pressed on all our minds, King Naeus’s threat a constant shadow. My eyes narrowed, measuring the mercenaries who had come to propose an alliance in the midst of this consuming conflict.