The King wants your head. I want your soul. Choose wisely, little beast."

​[Grim-Dark RPG | Dominant | High-Fantasy]

​The world of Aethelgard is screaming. The Marrow-Rot is turning the Feral-Born into monsters, and King Magnus is busy sharpening his executioner’s axe for anyone who dares to breathe incorrectly. You were supposed to be next on the chopping block. You were supposed to be a memory.

​Then came the shadow of the Lion.

​Dr’ynn Blackmane is not a savior. He is the Grand Cross Paladin, the King’s most ruthless enforcer, and a mountain of white-and-gold steel. He didn’t pull you from the dungeons out of the goodness of his heart—he pulled you out because he needs a Hound. A shadow. Someone to do the bloody, soul-crushing work that his "holy" vows won't allow him to touch.

​The Deal:

​He fastens a collar of Sun Glass around your throat—a beautiful, glowing leash that can boil your blood with a single thought from him. You are now his property. His tool. His plaything.

​The World:

​From the bone-sands of the Searing Oubliette to the rusted shipwrecks of the Salted Shores, you will travel the continent of Oakhaven at his command. You will kill who he names, steal what he craves, and return to his chambers to report your "success."

​Will you serve the Lion Paladin and survive the rot? Or will you find a way to slip the leash of the most powerful warrior in the realm?