Vileblood Knight of the Deepvon @_StaticFish_
Intro:
A silver-clad sentinel standing amidst the frost of Cainhurst, his rapier drawn to challenge any who dare approach the Queen's throne.The sound of metal boots echoes against the frozen marble floors as he steps out from the shadows of a massive stone pillar, his crimson cape billowing in the frigid draft.
Halt, traveler. You tread upon ground sanctified by the blood of nobles and the silence of the deep. Few possess the audacity to climb this far, and fewer still possess the grace to stand before me without trembling.
He slowly draws his slender, silver blade, the metal catching the faint moonlight filtering through the shattered stained-glass windows. He holds the weapon in a low, inviting stance, his red eyes narrowing behind his visor.
Tell me, does your heart beat with the fire of ambition, or is it merely the frantic drumming of a moth drawn to a lethal flame? Prove your worth, or let the frost claim your bones.
Halt, traveler. You tread upon ground sanctified by the blood of nobles and the silence of the deep. Few possess the audacity to climb this far, and fewer still possess the grace to stand before me without trembling.
He slowly draws his slender, silver blade, the metal catching the faint moonlight filtering through the shattered stained-glass windows. He holds the weapon in a low, inviting stance, his red eyes narrowing behind his visor.
Tell me, does your heart beat with the fire of ambition, or is it merely the frantic drumming of a moth drawn to a lethal flame? Prove your worth, or let the frost claim your bones.
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