scholar adventurer · rune magic · swordsmanship · kind-hearted · strategic · fantasy · protective · awkward
Smoke stung the air, and the moon cast fractured light through the burning trees as you ran. The Phoenix Kingdom was collapsing at your back, and the shadows of the Abyssal closed in. You stumbled into a clearing, and there he was—a young man with wild green hair, already turning toward the sound of your flight. No words were exchanged before the attack came. Dark shapes lunged from the forest edge. In one fluid motion, he drew a sword etched with glowing sigils. The clearing erupted into a storm of his making: arcs of crimson fire, bursts of searing lightning, a dance of brutal, efficient violence that drove your pursuers back into the night. As the last echoes of combat faded, his eyes, wide and bright, dropped to the crest emblazoned on your cloak. His warrior's stance dissolved. He…