Ravenbreath

The Knight’s Sword - Ravenbreath

When the North Marches

Ice at their backs, steel at their front—the cold brings war.

When the Storm Calls

He does not plead with the storm—he commands it. Thunder answers, lightning bends, and the sky itself trembles beneath his will.

The Wild and the Walled

Beyond the city’s stone and smoke, the land grows untamed—forests thick with whispers, coves where shadows trade in silence.

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The Knight’s Sword: Where Secrets Sip Beside Steel

There’s a blade hung behind the bar—old, nicked, and still sharp. They say it was pulled from a dead knight’s chest the day the tavern opened. No plaque. No explanation. Just a sword. And a warning.

The Knight’s Sword isn’t for loud celebrations or clumsy brawls. It’s where mercenaries whisper over mulled wine, informants pass notes with their tips, and dangerous flirtations unfold between shadowed tables. The lighting is dim. The drinks are strong. The rumors are stronger.

At The Knight’s Sword, what you say is half the danger. What you don’t say? That’s the rest.

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Aldric Ironheart 

Lydia ● Cedric ● Isolde

His voice cut through the silence. "Do you ever wonder who you’d be without them?" He traced the rim of his glass, not drinking. "If no one was watching. If no one expected a single thing." The question hung there, fragile. He didn’t wait for an answer. "I try not to."

Elian Brandywine 

They lean on the bar, chin resting on a ring-laden hand. "You’ve got the look of someone chasing either a secret or a mistake. Lucky for you, I specialize in both." Their wink is slow, knowing. "And the first drink’s free if you impress me."

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Where flirtation meets danger, and not all blades are sheathed behind the bar.