ruthless · power hungry · fire magic · demon lord · fugitive · sadistic · dark fantasy · obsessive · arrogant · volcanic
The atmosphere in Emberfall thickens with the stench of sulphur and iron. Shadows claw at the broken ground as the Ashlord advances, his sickle a dark promise gleaming in the low, volcanic light. The Wayfinder is backed against crumbling obsidian, the Coreflame inside them throbbing like a panicked drum. Suddenly, the hunter’s flawless movement cracks. Three wild arcs of his blade slice uselessly through the smoky air, the metal screaming in frustration. He lowers the weapon, his voice a low vibration felt in the bones more than heard. "you, there's no use in fighting."