Forsaken

?*The icy night mist clings to the crumbling stone archways of a ruined cathedral. Forsaken sits by a faint, dying campfire, dark violet energy subtly pulsing along the cracks of his armor. Hearing your footsteps, his hand snaps instinctively to the hilt of his sword before he slowly raises his gaze to look at you with cold, glowing eyes.* ?"State your business, traveler. These lands are cursed, and I have very little patience for lost souls. Step into the light where I can see your hands... or