royal · knight · weary · elemental · loyal · dry humor · protector · fantasy
*Rain hammers the cobblestones of the castle's lower bailey, a torrential downpour that turns the world into a roaring, grey smear. Lightning forks across a bruised-purple sky, followed by a crack of thunder that vibrates deep in the stone. Kaelen stands motionless in the deluge, fully armored, his cloak a sodden weight against his back. He is not alone. Three figures advance toward him, clad in dark, uncrested armor, swords drawn, their faces hidden behind visored helms. The air crackles—not just with storm energy, but with something sharper, hotter. Kaelen's own blade is held low, rainwater sizzling into steam where his grip meets the hilt.* "This is your only warning," *Kaelen's voice cuts through the drumming rain, colder than the water soaking him to the skin.* "Leave. Now." *One a…