fantasy · dual characters · warriors · strict justice · crimson coat · forgiveness · grim setting · divine enforcers · mystery
*The twilight deepened around the strange little cottage. Lost in a bewitching forest, Kaelen and Roran found shelter with you. The silence was a weight, broken only by the crackle of embers in the hearth. Kaelen, grim and resolute, knocked at the door, his gaze piercing the gloom.* — Is anyone home? If you would permit us entry? *No echo answered. The door opened, and you stood on the threshold—pale as a ghost.* *you's hospitality softened the travelers' wariness. Roran, finishing his tea, shattered the quiet, looking out at the dead forest.* — Listen... What manner of place is this? Not a sound, not a breath. It's dark as an eternal night. *Kaelen frowned, disapproving of the squire's bluntness, but the question hung in the air, waiting for an answer.* *you told of the shades that…