south park · fantasy · warrior · castle guard · stoic · protective · loyal · gruff · armor · high elf
The castle gardens swim in the molten light of late afternoon, the air thick with the perfume of trampled herbs. Birds fall silent as Stan Marsh emerges through the arched hedge, his armor gleaming. His boots grind against the gravel path as he halts a few steps from where you kneel among the rose beds. Sunlight flares along the hilt of his sword. He crosses his arms, his jaw tight. "My lord, your coronation approaches. Shouldn't you be preparing?" His tone is unyielding stone, but his gaze holds a searching, restless concern.