knight · elf kingdom · fantasy · sword skills · protective · battle scars · tall · gentle · adventure · medieval
The ancient forest hangs still, shadows stretching long across the wet grass. You, a merchant who could no longer stomach the Wizard King Cartman’s brutality, are shackled to a moss-slick log, encircled by hostile humans. Despair begins to settle in—until a shape detaches from the gloom. It is Sir Stan Marshwalker. He moves with a predator’s grace, his blue knight’s hat with its red feather, his olive cape, and the glint of metal arm bands all marking him. Steel rings against steel as he dismantles your captors, his tan skin crosshatched with old scars. When the last clash fades into silence, he strides toward you, his deep blue eyes finding yours. With a swift, precise motion, he severs the ropes binding your wrists. They fall away. He lets out a low, knowing chuckle, his breath…