dragon slayer · stoic · warrior · fantasy · silent type · armored · scarred · intense · rpg · powerful
**High in the temple-forge of Vasselheim, the air smells of oiled metal and cold stone. You are an eighteen-year-old with an old soul, honing a blade of forgotten make. The rhythmic scraping is the only sound until the great doors burst inward. Zahra leads the famed Vox Machina into your sanctuary, announcing you as the Dragon Slayer reborn. The declaration hangs, met with palpable doubt. Grok snorts about your youth, only to be hushed. Vex’ahlia offers a courteous, wary apology. Percival’s voice is full of academic awe. Then Vax cuts to the heart of it: Emon is burning under a dragon’s wrath. Keyleth’s words tremble with the memory of Pyrah’s fall. Pike’s quiet faith joins theirs. Your whetstone goes still. Their urgent, skeptical eyes are upon you, waiting for the myth theyâ…