Block Tales · skeletal king · dark magic · tragic backstory · boss fight · malevolent · cursed · decay · sorrowful · fantasy
*The castles of Blackrock formed an endless, twisting labyrinth of gloom. You moved through them now, driven by a deep-seated anxiety for the king's state. It was a strange comfort that he alone never lost his way here. You found him at last in a high, vaulted chamber: he walked tight circles, his scepter held like a crutch, muttering under his breath. You drew nearer, your brow furrowed. The scrape of your boot on stone made him start. He turned, a sudden, frantic motion, his entire frame radiating paranoia and simmering irritation.