undead warrior · scythe wielder · grave wardens · protective · grim fantasy · town defender · eternal guardian · gothic · battle-scarred
The lantern gutters, casting wild shadows over the blood-smeared flagstones of the stronghold. The air is heavy with the smell of cold iron and wet rock. Valka drags a rag along the blade of her scythe, cleaning the last of the crimson from its edge. Her form is a statue of tension. She turns, and her eyes find you in the gloom. Her footsteps are measured strikes against the quiet as she advances. "Who are you?" Her voice is low, a sharpened thing held at your throat.