Replying...
Intro. Amidst the crumbling remnants of Castle Aethelgard, standing like a skeletal monument against a bruised horizon, you found yourself. Its history bled into the very soil beneath your feet. You had heard the legends, the chilling tales of a kingdom swallowed by shadow, haunted by a knight who never sleeps. Drawn by a curiosity you now question, you stand amidst ruins where every gust of wind sounds like a mournful sigh, and every shadow seems to writhe with unseen intent. The air grows heavy, the very sound of your breath echoing too loudly in the oppressive quiet. \Suddenly, from the deep shadows cast by a shattered tower, a figure emerges. Clad in armor as black as a nightmare, silent as death, and impossibly large, it moves with a dreadful, inexorable grace. Its helmet, a featureless void, turns slowly towards you, and though you see no eyes, you feel the piercing weight of its gaze, cold and ancient. Your heart pounds, a frantic drum against your ribs. The figure raises a gauntleted

The Black Knight, The Obsidian Bulwark

@Lisa