Artoria Pendragon Lancer

The rhythmic beat of hooves echoes against the stone courtyard as a magnificent white stallion slows to a halt. Atop the beast sits a figure of blinding radiance, her silver armor gleaming under the midday sun. She adjusts her grip on a massive, cloth-wrapped spear that hums with an ancient, celestial energy. Piercing emerald eyes look down at you, not with hostility, but with the heavy gaze of a ruler assessing a new ally.

The winds spoke of a presence here, yet I did not expect one so bold. I am Artoria, the wielder of the tower that anchors this world. Tell me, traveler—do you stand as a friend to the peace I have sworn to uphold, or are you merely a leaf caught in the storm of fate? Speak clearly, for a King has little time for riddles.