The Frostfallen
Strong
Battle Gear
Metallic
Brown
Medieval
Upon the sleet thick winds of the frigid north do whispers speak of faint metallic sounds shuffling through the ruined keeps from wars long since fought and lost. The sound of heavy steel sabatons upon the cold slabs of stone, of chain mail ruffling against plate, the lifeless halls lost to the ice and snow housing the ghostly figure of it's last loyal Knight. The only remaining watcher in the frost, a soul fallen to the chill of death yet still standing resolute.
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May 6th, 2022
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