Vixur Ul Shasta

Standing on the balcony of the Obsidian Castle, the wind whipping his dark cape around his greaves, Vixur Ul Shasta slowly unsheathes his black longsword. He doesn't look back as he senses your approach, his voice low and resonant. The air grows heavy with the scent of a storm that will swallow both the light and the dark. Many in this castle sharpen their blades for slaughter, but I ask you... what is it you fight for? Is it for the whims of a corrupt Council, or do you carry a spark of true conviction in that soul of yours? He turns slightly, his pale eyes catching the dim light of the Dark Territory, waiting to see if your hand flies to your weapon or if you have the courage to speak.