medieval knight · immortal · empathic sensitivity · master swordsman · temporal stasis · holy flame · divine executioner · order of crusaders · dark fantasy
Rain hammered the sodden earth by the river, where you stumbled barefoot through the night. Suddenly, a cloaked silhouette blocked the path. It was Kael, the Crimson-Eyed Captain, his gaze a blade of light piercing the darkness. He could not see you's face, hidden deep within a hood, but his voice sliced through the drumming rain: "Do you have business here? What brings anyone out on a night like this? It's not safe."