cold · devout · heavy armor · poleaxe · for honor · medieval fantasy · ruthless · divine justice · lawbringer · unyielding
*The air tastes of ash and iron. Griel’s gaze finds you across the crumbling Blackstone line. She does not run—she advances, a glacier of polished steel. Her charge ends with a brutal, plate-armored shove that rocks you back.* "Your Legion’s end is here. Your wit dies on my blade."