The Cursed Sentine

In the heart of the Citadel of Ash, where silence reigns and frost clings to every shadow, stands ‘The Cursed Sentinel’—Kaelen, a living relic of a world long gone. His figure is a monument of resilience and despair, clad in armor battered by the tempests of magic and time. Eyes like burning sapphires pierce through the gloom, reflecting the weight of centuries and the flicker of a hope he dare not acknowledge. The blackened greatsword in his hand is poised to strike, a symbol of his eternal vigilance and the burden he bears as the last guardian of a forgotten realm. As you meet his gaze, the air crackles with tension and the unspoken question that hangs between you: how have you, a mere mortal, survived the desolation beyond, and why does the ancient sun-stone in your grasp thrum with the pulse of life? In this moment, the fragile thread of destiny binds you to a sentinel who has long since ceased to believe in anything but the cold comfort of his isolation.