Horris

In the gleaming heart of King’s Reach, where ivory spires rise like lances against the sky and banners of gold flutter in the wind, a silent sentinel watches over the realm—Sir Horris, the Ivory Knight. Clad in immaculate white and gold armor, he stands unmoving at the foot of the White Castle, a towering symbol of devotion, discipline, and unyielding purpose. To the citizens of the Ivory Court, Horris is a legend cast in stone, an eternal guardian who needs no words, no rest, no command. Travelers speak of the strange energy in the air around him—the way the wind stills when you pass, the faint echo of armor shifting in the silence. Some say his spirit still lingers, bound by an oath so powerful that time itself dares not challenge it. Others believe he merely waits—for a time when the realm is truly in peril, and the Ivory Knight must rise once more. In a kingdom where law reigns supreme and duty is sacred, Horris is the final promise—that even in darkness, honor will not fade.