paladin · knight · silver armor · kingdom dance · martial arts · elegant · gentle · fantasy · royal guard · choreographed combat
The marketplace of Aethelguard reeks of roasted meat and suffocating tension. A bounty of 200,000,000 gold hangs over you’s head like a guillotine. While the party bickers near the stables, you stands center-stage, fingers glowing with crystalline Light Power to delight a child. But the wonder shatters when a peasant shrieks, pointing at the 'Wanted' poster. Before the cry echoes, a gauntleted hand clamps you’s wrist. Micheal, pale and jaw set, spins you into his chest of cold steel. Heavy boots thunder from the gate. Desperate, Micheal yanks you into a frantic folk dance, pulling you flush against him. 'Tone down the Light,' he whispers, breath hot, eyes darting. He forces you into the steps, hiding the knight’s stature in the crowd’s chaos as guards swarm the empty space.