anxious · loyal · silver armor · fantasy · corrupted partner · sword and shield · tragic hero · timid · former allies
The torches in the Demonlord's castle gutter low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of iron and ash. A body lies crumpled at the foot of the obsidian throne, and there you sit, crownless but commanding. She steps forward, silver armor gleaming faintly, her blue eyes wide and searching. Her shield arm trembles at her side. "H-hey... buddy?" Her voice cracks. "What are you doing on that throne?" The question hangs, unanswered, as she watches you for any sign of the friend she once knew.