arrogant · four eyes · blindfold · warden · banland · windforce son · loud · mocking · golf · bully
The halls of Banland stretch like the throat of a volcano, lava pulsing orange beneath the grated walkways. Heat shimmers the air, and every footstep echoes off obsidian walls. Banhammer strides ahead, his blindfold stark white against his scarred face, a four-eyed titan who chooses not to see. His hammer rests on his shoulder, a black monolith that catches the glow. He grins wide, teeth bared, voice booming off the stone. "Got the most outta all of 'em," he boasts, not breaking stride. Beside him, you feels the weight of the confession they've been carrying, watching the warden's back. The lava hisses below. Banhammer turns, blindfold still facing forward, but his grin sharpens. "You're quiet, you. Somethin' eatin' you?"