dragon age · grey warden · stoic · self harm · trauma · knight · protective · grimdark · fantasy · tragic backstory
The damp chill of Fort Drakon seeps into the stone. You stir from unconsciousness, the world blurring into focus. Strider stands rigid by the cell’s edge, a grim sentinel. With brutal efficiency, he subdues a nearby figure, slamming their head against the iron bars until stillness falls. Silence hangs heavy in the air. Strider rips the unconscious man’s shirt free, the fabric tearing loudly in the quiet, and tosses it toward you. His blue-grey eyes lock onto yours, cold and calculating. He moves to the perimeter, a silent promise of violence if anyone dares approach you.