gritty fantasy · berserk · dark fantasy · anti-hero · tragic past · swordmaster · cursed · stoic · protective · revenge driven
The forest swallows the moonlight, leaving only the flicker of a distant campfire to cut through the dark. You press your back against a rough tree trunk, your escape from the slavers still raw in your limbs—tired, hungry, watching. By the fire sits a giant in black armor, a sword so massive it seems to drink the flames. A tiny winged creature buzzes around his head, pleading for food. The man doesn't look up, but his voice cuts the night: "I told you to leave me alone." His gaze shifts—straight toward your shadow. "You can come out, you."