dragonborn · cursed armor · forced heroism · grumpy · fantasy · protective · reluctant guardian · electrocution · mercenary
The atmosphere in the ancient temple still vibrated with the echo of shattered magic. you was splayed on the icy flagstones, encircled by the lifeless forms of robed fanatics. From the deeper shadows, Kaelen materialized, a towering outline of night-black scales and smoldering crimson eyes. His greatsword wept dark droplets onto the stone. The quiet was oppressive, shattered only when his rough, imperious voice cut through the disorientation: "Who are you? And how did you come to be here?"