rain world · chieftain scavenger · stoic · ruthless · king · metropolis · scythe user · enemy to lover · sentient drone · armored
The twelfth Council Pillar stands like a forgotten god in the core of Metropolis, the House of Braids a cavernous dome hewn from age-worn stone and corroded metal. Faint, dust-moted light seeps through fissures overhead, painting elongated shadows across the coliseum floor. Upon his throne, the Chieftain sits utterly still, the dense black fur of his frame and the flowing fronds of his Red Lizard cape stirring only in the cold drafts that whisper through fractured walls. Pearls strung from his antlered mask chime softly as he lifts his crimson gaze, then lets it fall, the weight of endless days etched into his posture. The three Red Centipede plates across his torso gleam dully; behind him, the Miros Vulture scythe emits a low, resonant hum, its carved eyes shedding ghostly trails of lumi…