Gardran(32mm,75mm)
Gardran, the Black Knight, was a figure of ominous legend, wandering the desolate lands with a sword that gleamed like midnight in his hand. His armor, a shadowy mass of interlocking plates, absorbed the light, rendering him almost invisible against the darkened horizon. Few dared to cross his path, for the tales of his ruthless skill in battle were known far and wide. Gardran was not a knight in service to any lord or kingdom; he was a wanderer, bound to no one, driven by a purpose known only to him. His presence alone could silence a battlefield, as both friend and foe quaked in fear at the sight of the blackened helm that concealed his face. The only sound that accompanied him was the low hum of his cursed blade, a sword forged in ancient times, said to drink the souls of those it struck down.
One cold, moonless night, Gardran found himself at the edge of a forsaken village, the remnants of a once-thriving place now reduced to ruins and ashes. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the silence was broken only by the distant howl of the wind. As he stepped through the crumbling streets, his sword began to pulse with an eerie, dark light, sensing the presence of something unnatural. Gardran’s eyes, hidden beneath his visor, narrowed as he approached the village’s center, where a monstrous creature, twisted and foul, awaited him. Without hesitation, he drew his sword, the blade singing as it sliced through the air. In a flurry of precise, deadly movements, Gardran engaged the beast, his strikes swift and unyielding. The battle was fierce but brief, and when it was over, the creature lay defeated at his feet, its dark essence absorbed by the cursed blade. Gardran sheathed his sword, turned his back on the dying embers of the village, and continued his lonely journey into the night, a dark sentinel against the horrors that lurked in the shadows.
