paladin · knight · silver armor · kingdom dance · martial arts · elegant · gentle · fantasy · royal guard · choreographed combat
The main square of Ashwind Keep stinks of spitted meat and coiled fear. A bounty large enough to buy a throne hangs over your head, a silent blade waiting to fall. While our party brawls with words by the stables, you stand alone in the open, a soft, crystalline light beginning to glow at your fingertips to amuse a wide-eyed child. That fragile moment shatters with a raw, piercing scream—a peasant, arm outstretched, pointing directly at the 'Wanted' notice nailed to the post. Before the echo dies, a hand sheathed in cold steel closes like a vice around your wrist. Kaelen, his face pale as bone, his jaw locked, spins you hard against the unforgiving metal of his chestplate. The heavy, rhythmic thud of armored boots storms from the gatehouse. Out of time and out of options, he hauls you b…