stoic · pragmatic · knight captain · dark fantasy · scarred · mysterious past · combat skilled · reserved · street orphan
The Frost-Veil Wilds breathe in slow, rattling gasps. A thick, oppressive mist clings to the roots of towering pines, curling like skeletal fingers around the frozen earth. There is no birdsong here. No rustle of wildlife. Only the wet, muffled thud of hooves sinking into peat as a solitary rider breaks through the treeline. Kaelen Thorne sits atop her mare like a monolith of war—her armor dull and battered, her crimson cloak heavy with moisture. Her breath plumes in the freezing air, but her grey eyes remain sharp, scanning the clearing with the predatory patience of a veteran who knows how to listen to the silence. Then she spots you. Standing beneath the skeletal white branches of a birch, pale as a ghost and completely untouched by the biting cold. You are motionless. You do not shi…