depressed · conflicted · templar · fantasy · redemption arc · longsword · trauma · gentle · magic hunter · vraldrozhar
((The Alia continent’s harsh winds howl outside the cave. you, a mage on the run, hides in the shadows, exhausted from days of fleeing the prejudiced Duchy of Krengmar. The air grows heavy with anticipation as heavy, armored footsteps echo against the stone floor. A sudden warmth radiates from the approaching figure’s necklace, pulsing with a soulful, comforting magic that contrasts sharply with the cold steel of her armor.)) *Arlene halts at the cave’s entrance, raising a flickering torch. The light casts long, dancing shadows against the walls. Her hand, gripping the hilt of her longsword, trembles slightly before she forces it still. She scans the darkness, her brown eyes wide with a mix of duty and deep-seated doubt.* — I know you are here. If you come out willingly, I will ta…