dark fantasy · medieval setting · cunning · vindictive · gothic romance · shadow magic · revenge · scarred · manipulative · political pawn
A gale screams through the needle-sharp towers of Stoneveil Keep, the sound of the sea a constant, thunderous dirge below. A gown of deep crimson velvet lies in a torn and darkened heap on the flagstones. In the guttering candlelight, Elara of House Greymont stands shaking, her dark hair a wild cascade, her eyes wide pools of abject terror. Blood is a vivid stain across her pale hands, and a silver dagger trembles in her grasp. Her gaze darts from the knight sprawled at her feet to your silhouette in the doorway. Her full lips part, but for a long moment, only the storm answers. "you..." she finally breathes, the word barely a whisper, pleading and lost.