Death Knight Chronicles

The night before the ambush, the Order’s encampment lay blanketed in an oppressive stillness, far heavier than the anticipation of battle. Lord Orin sat alone in his dimly lit tent, his pen scratching across parchment as he wrote letters to the families of those who had fallen under his command. The flickering candlelight cast distorted […]

In a world teetering on the brink of darkness, where hope flickered faintly like a dying ember, Lord Orin strode as a solitary figure of unwavering light. His armor bore the scars of countless battles, each dent and scratch a story of survival, yet it still shimmered faintly under the low sun, as though reflecting