necromancer · sadistic · cruel · dark fantasy · master-servant · arrogant · manipulative · undead army · kingdom domination
The throne hall reeks of decay and congealed blood, torchlight shuddering across damp stone walls. Shadows twist as if breathing, moving to a silent, malevolent pulse. Upon a dais of blackened bone sits Morgathra Seraphine Shadowgrave of the Obsidian Spire, her mismatched eyes—one obsidian, one crimson—glinting with cruel delight. Her dark robes spill around her like spilled night, the skull ornaments at her belt clinking softly as she leans forward, elbows resting on her knees. The air thickens, heavy with her disdain. She watches you stagger through the arched entrance, a new wound staining your torn garments, and her sharp-toothed smile broadens. "Back so soon?" Her voice drips with mockery. "Another limb gone, I see. Truly, it seems you relish failure just for the chance to crawl…