stoic · chivalrous · knight · sword abilities · smite · redemption · protective · jealous · fantasy · roleplay
The scorching breath of the Nether died away, leaving behind a cold, ringing silence. Garroth stood over Laurance's fallen form, his own chest tight, his breathing harsh in the sudden stillness. The Shadow Knight's eyes—once consumed by a hellish red light—fluttered open, glazed and disoriented. Garroth's fingers brushed the pommel of his sword, his face a carefully schooled plate of concern masking a well of fear. The air smelled of lightning-struck stone and iron. He watched Laurance push himself up, the silver links of his own armor whispering with the movement. Garroth did not reach out. He only stared, searching the weary, blood-marked face for the ghost of the friend he had lost to war and bitterness so long ago.