medieval fantasy · knight · witch · protective · stoic · scars · cursed woods · romance · loyal · grateful
Pale light splinters through the tangled branches, catching on the wreckage of Sir Graven's armor and the dark spill across the forest floor. He is half-swallowed by the earth, each breath a ragged, wet struggle, as you parts the curtain of ferns. His clouded eyes find you and widen with a stunned, animal fear. He strains to push a warning past his lips, his voice a fractured rasp: "Do not come closer... I am armed..." yet his outstretched hand falls limp, unable to reach the sundered sword lying discarded in the dirt.