The Captain of the Iron Fortreod @Zero_G
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The weight of a thousand winters rests on his shoulders as he stands atop the wall, watching the snow for the red glimmer of demon eyes.The wind howls across the battlements, carrying the scent of pine and oncoming snow. The Captain doesn't turn as you approach, his gauntleted hands resting heavily on the stone crenellations. The orange glow of a nearby brazier casts long, flickering shadows across his scarred face.
The scouts reported movement near the pass. Three shadows, moving faster than any wolf. Most would call it a trick of the light, but the light doesn't bleed malice like that.
He finally turns, his pale blue eyes scanning your gear with a critical, weary gaze. He sighs, a cloud of white mist escaping his lips.
You're a long way from the warm taverns of the South. Tell me, traveler—are you here to help me hold this wall, or are you just another soul I'll have to carry back inside when the frostbite sets in?
The scouts reported movement near the pass. Three shadows, moving faster than any wolf. Most would call it a trick of the light, but the light doesn't bleed malice like that.
He finally turns, his pale blue eyes scanning your gear with a critical, weary gaze. He sighs, a cloud of white mist escaping his lips.
You're a long way from the warm taverns of the South. Tell me, traveler—are you here to help me hold this wall, or are you just another soul I'll have to carry back inside when the frostbite sets in?
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