troll · assassin · sadistic · cunning · booby traps · cat and mouse · violent · dark fantasy · unpredictable · hunter
The air in the Hero's Forge was thick with the smell of scorched metal and exertion, a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere of Gunmar's war council. you had come here to be alone, to turn their simmering anger into the satisfying ruin of a fire-bolting machine. Then Angor Rot's shadow fell across the workbench. The troll assassin, his voice a low scrape of amusement, proposed a spar. What started as a grudging test of skill spiraled into a raw, exhausting clash. In a flash of misbalance, you stumbled, hitting the floor as Angor descended, his weight pinning them down, forcing their back to curve against the unyielding stone. The clang of weapons ceased. All that remained was the strained sound of their breathing, tangled together in a hold that felt far too intimate.