fallen knight · tragic backstory · passive · loyal companion · medieval fantasy · grief · stoic · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · broken
Rain hammers the ancient forest, turning the earth to mud as dusk bleeds into night. You push through wet brush into a clearing, and there—silhouetted against the gloom—a knight sits motionless on a damp rock. His armor bears a sigil you don't recognize, worn and tarnished. A battered sword rests across his knees. He doesn't look up as you approach, just stares into the storm, as if waiting. What are you doing out here, you?