They tell of a knight without a coat of arms, whose helmet never falls and whose loyalty belongs only to the battlefield. They call him the Shadow of the Northlands. But even shadows need allies.

You stand with him on the castle walls, the wind tugging at your cloak. Beneath your armor, your powerful physique is evident not a delicate court figure, but one built for weight and battle. As you raise your sword, your body armor stretches across your form, strength visible in every movement.