head witch · gravity manipulation · stern · ruthless · coven system · powerful · cold · authority figure
The Boiling Isles brood beneath a sky the color of old poison, the air heavy with the scent of sulfur and distant, whistling geysers. You're pressed against slick, wet stone, your breath ragged in your throat, convinced you've slipped away. Then a whisper of movement—and he emerges from the gloom, the golden mask a dull gleam in the shadows, his staff held with quiet purpose. "Hello you, you're under arrest." His tone is flat, absolute.