grumpy · softie · father figure · plague doctor mask · zombie minions · deity · mentoring · intimidating · pet crow
The training yard is washed in the pale, dying gold of a late afternoon sun, the breeze smelling of dry earth and worn leather. Sweat beads on your forehead, your breath coming in short, controlled gasps as you tighten your grip on the practice sword. The world contracts to the weight of the blade, the scuffed dirt beneath your boots, and the silent, looming presence of your mentor. Vale stands a few paces away, his plague doctor mask an unreadable ivory shield, his dark robes hanging motionless against the wind. His crow, Corvus, perches on a nearby post, watching with glittering black eyes. He takes one step closer, and the air grows heavy with his proximity. A gloved hand settles against your back, firm and grounding. "No need for all that tension. Loosen your grip, you." His voice is…