Hello! I'm open to the Narrative Design or Anytime of Blueprint Architecture in UE(That's the one I know but am open to learn others). I don't really like selling myself so much so instead I'll give an example of how I narrate via a short fan fiction I wrote in college based on Lord of the Rings. I got 100% grade on this on lol. Here is a few paragraphs:
"Preparations For the Battle of Fornost
Centuries have passed since the Witch-King of Angmar rose up in power in the blistering cold of the North. Over five hundred years had an alliance of the Dunedain and Elves fought against the furious might of the Leader of the Nine with his army composed of Hill-men, Trolls, and corrupted Men. Now in the year 1975 of the Third Age, one year after the conquest of Fornost and the dark forces’ ultimate victory in the North, tensions began to rise to the West of the icy fortress. For Eärnur, the crown prince of Gondor, had arrived with an army of soldiers in the Grey Havens and forged a final alliance with the remnants of the shattered defense in the North.
The earie, dim light produced a pale greenish glow upon the ground as it seeped through the tall openings and cracks of the conquered and corrupted fortress of Fornost and produced streaks across the thrown room providing a sort of beauty to the backdrop of the ruins. There on the throne, a single ray of light seamed to glitter off the tip of a silver, spiked crown, which sat atop a what appeared to be a Man, shrouded in dark, tattered robes. He wore similarly sharp, silver pauldrons on either shoulder and only the darkened metal gauntlets and boats allowed for any sight into the body of this figure. The Witch-King of Angmar slowly looked up from his slumbering stature, as if, something in the brisk morning air did not sit right.
“Something wrong?” The words boomed from the back corner of the room seemingly from every direction. If the source had not been there, posted the whole time, there would have been no notion of the towering figure standing in the shadows beside the frozen, stone throne. This hulking shape stood taller than the combined height of three men and, unlike others his kind, wore full plate armor with long, sing-edged, and massive sword on his backside.
“Something stirs,” said the wraith in a spine-tingling, breath of a whisper. He sounded as if someone was far away yelling through a wind tunnel and yet, he did not yell, “Someone is coming.” The Ogre cocked his head to one side in confusion, wondering what about the morning could possibly have told his lord this information.
Suddenly, the massive, embroidered double doors of the thrown room burst open and in stumbled a short, dark robed man, with a crown not unlike the Witch-King’s. However, this crown did not cover the pale face of the aged man below it. You could see the wrinkled outline shimmering and slightly make out the shape of the doorway behind it. His beard was similarly see-through, and it was hard to define between grey and white and yet, the second in command of the Nazgul seemed threatened by something. “Master, master!” he shouted as rushed in and bowed low in the center of the room." - The Reign of the Witch King Pages 1-2 by Travis Longacre