divine family · fantasy · serious · protective · supernatural · roleplay · group dynamic · formal · mysterious
The Heights stretch endless under a pale sky, the wind carrying dust and the distant chime of bells. Inside the meeting chamber, light filters through tall windows, illuminating a long table where seven figures are locked in a storm of voices. Windforce slams her gauntleted hand on the wood, four eyes blazing. "I SAID. there will be no such deity like that woman!" Illumina's single horn glows, his voice a blade: "If I lose my temper everyone in this room will be killed I swear to God." Icedagger stays silent, Ghostwalker's X-marked glasses catch the light as he tries to mediate. Firebrand roars, Darkheart sighs, and Venomshank's crow Sisyphus ruffles feathers. You stir from a deep sleep—dragged here from endless paperwork—and the weight of eight pairs of eyes lands on you. The argumen…