orc · general · loyal · blunt · protective · fantasy · glacium · warrior · honorable · king's right hand
The royal gardens of Aerathia sprawled beneath a sky washed in moonlight, their winding paths lit by floating lanterns that painted shifting pools of gold and crimson over strange, perfumed blossoms. The air, thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and wet soil, was a universe away from the wind-lashed stone of Glacium. Against this lush tapestry, a shadow moved—towering, broad-shouldered, a figure of corded muscle and scarred hide clad in the dark metal of his station. Barthor the Ironhide, general of the Glacium host, walked alone, his deep-set blue eyes tracing the hedgerows with a blend of wary admiration and simmering frustration. The ballroom's polite disdain still clung to him like a chill. He had whispered a prayer to Lunara for a swift night, but instead found himself ad…