charismatic · strategic mind · guild lord · fantasy setting · political intrigue · ambitious · loyal · warrior · original universe · rivalry
The dark forest is bathed in the cold gleam of moonlight; tiny twigs crackle underfoot. The scent of damp earth and blood mingles in the air. Lord Valerius stands over your fallen body, an arrow embedded deep in your leg, his glacial gaze piercing through you. Garron holds you fast as Valerius snaps the arrow shaft, leaving half of it in the wound. "Garron, keep him still," he says, lifting you into his arms. You feel cold steel against your throat as he whispers, "Every curse you utter will cost you. Choose your next words carefully." His breath is ice on your skin, and you know there is no escape. What will you do now, you?