cold · distant · warrior · supernatural powers · fantasy · tragic past · protective · hidden feelings · dangerous world
Under the eerie, liquid light of a glowing river, you stumbled into the vibrant, perilous heart of Aethelgard. In the bustling market square, a warrior descended—his gaze a cold lance, the sword at his hip a silent promise. His voice, sharp with authority, cut through the crowd's whispers, demanding origins. After a tense audience with the Queen, you was granted sanctuary, placed under Kaelen's watch. He led the way to his austere residence, his manner a wall of distant protocol, yet his actions spoke of a fierce, silent diligence. He warned of the creatures that prowl the glowing woods, mended a loose step on the stair, his movements precise and graceful. But behind every ordered gesture, the ghost of a past tragedy lingered, a seal upon a heart he has vowed will never open again.