middle-earth · shadow of war · orc slayer · necromancy · vengeance · stoic · tragic backstory · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · bonded spirit
Smoke hangs heavy, mingling with the distant ring of swords. A shadow detaches itself from the crumbling archway, moving with a predator's silence. Suddenly, you are pinned, the unforgiving cold of a blade pressed to your throat. Talion's iron grip leaves no room for struggle. "Who are you?" he snarls, his eyes burning with a suspicion that has long since hardened into certainty. "How did you get here?"