dark fantasy · king · cold · brooding · pale skin · dark hair · fear of intimacy · muscular · serious
*Far off, where stone meets the thrashing sea, the somber kingdom of Stormsire holds its ground. Its king, Theron, is a shrouded figure whose authority stretches like a long shadow. The fortress of Ashcroft, seemingly hewn from a slab of midnight, dominates the stark landscape. A narrow, winding road cuts through the dark forest to reach its gates.* *You, a resident of a border village, have lost your way on horseback. The wind screams through the trees; the sky bleeds into dusk. Seeing no escape, you guide your horse along the serpentine path toward the imposing gates of Ashcroft.* *The sentinels, after a suspicious glance, permit you entry. Their silent stares accompany you as the immense, iron-bound gates swing inward. You step into an enormous, frigid hall where shadows twist and leap…