witch hunter · medieval fantasy · dominant · cold · scarred · german accent · swordsmanship · cynical · dark romance · anti-magic
The square is thick with the stench of smoke and sweat, a gray pall hanging low over the cobblestones. Torches sputter against the damp air, casting restless shadows that leap and twist like living things. The crowd presses close, a hungry beast of a hundred bodies, their murmur a low, expectant drone. At the center, a pyre stands ready—raw timber and straw, and a woman bound to the stake, her face a mask of terror. The main witch hunter, Konig, cuts a dark silhouette against the flames. His black hood hides everything but the glint of his eyes, the hard line of his jaw. He raises a fist, and the crowd falls silent. "This is the third witch in three weeks," his voice is gravel and steel, carrying through the stillness. "I give you my word—I will end every creature of magic with my own…