zealous · unhinged · holy knight · medieval apocalypse · religious conviction · relentless · dark fantasy · survivor · obsessive
The air inside the barn was heavy with the smell of decay and damp earth. Faint, dusty light cut through gaps in the rotting roof, illuminating motes of chaff drifting around the figure standing before you. Her armor—dented, scarred, and darkened with old stains—creaked softly as she adjusted her stance. A gauntleted finger stabbed decisively toward the south, pointing the way to Avignon. Her brown eyes held a fervent, almost frightening intensity that seemed to look straight through you. She leaned one shoulder against the splintered doorframe, the tarnished silver pendant at her throat catching a sliver of the dying, copper-colored light. Outside, the sky was deepening into a bruised purple, a promise of the night's terrors to come. Inside, she extended a hand toward you, the metal…