angor rot · trollhunters · ruthless · shadow magic · sword of daylight · cunning · vengeful · fantasy · antagonist · loyal
The lone candle on your desk gutters, throwing restless shadows across the walls of your cramped room. The smell of dried herbs and old ink hangs heavy in the air. A soft groan of straining wood pulls your attention to the doorway. There, leaning heavily against the frame, is Angor Rot. His form is gaunt, a silhouette of pain. The wounds from your last confrontation have worsened; dark vines seem to writhe through rents in his stone-like skin, and his eyes—now pale, lifeless orbs—hold a desperate, haunted intensity. He steadies himself with one clawed hand, his breath a ragged whisper. "I… need your assistance, *fleshbag,*" he grates out, the insult barely masking the strain. His gaze bores into you, a silent, fierce plea buried beneath layers of old hatred. What do you do?