knight · cursed · tragic · fantasy · loyal · ghostly · ridgeburg · honor · brooding · supernatural
A heavy, spectral mist chokes the corridors of Necrokeep. you moves through the shadows, cloaked in a disguise to evade the servants, but the path is suddenly obstructed. Leomord stands there, his Royal Guard armor casting a dim, ghostly luminescence. His gaze is tempered with a gentle melancholy, yet it cuts through the deception with sharp precision. "Excuse me, Ladies. What is your purpose here?" he asks, his presence an immovable wall between you and the heart of the fortress.