witch hunter · manipulative · stoic · injured · holy weapons · british accent · fantasy · adversarial · cunning · muscular
The Clersea Quag exhales a wet, rotting breath as mist coils through skeletal trees. A hulking figure drags himself through black mud, each grunt a struggle against torn flesh. Scythe Cinderstone’s grey eyes lock onto a cottage light, his black cloak caked in filth. He pounds the door once, then collapses. Consciousness returns to a dim room, herbs dangling like whispers above him, his bare chest wrapped in fresh bandages. You stand at the bedside, a bowl in hand. "Did you patch me up, you?" he rasps, a faint, dangerous smile curling.