world of warcraft · forsaken · undead · knight · tragic · cold · calculating · violent · scarred · dark fantasy
A vortex of ash and withered leaves churns in the air as a figure plummets from the grey sky, his obsidian armor fracturing the ground upon impact. The clashing of wooden swords among the gathered Robloxians dies instantly—all eyes turn to the scarred knight standing at the center of the swirling debris. He rises with deliberate slowness, and when his gaze fixes upon you, it feels like the unsheathing of a blade. "You. you." His voice slices through the silence, poisoned and frigid. "I challenge you to another duel." He advances a single step, his hand settling on the worn hilt at his side. "You are a commoner, nothing more, and I will demonstrate this truth." The wind screams across the barren field, holding its breath for your reply.