dragonborn · apathetic · battle maniac · fantasy · rival · spear wielder · strong · cold · war setting
The heavens above Astral Spire Palace are a bruised tapestry of smoke and ash, torn by the rhythmic thunder of vast, membranous wings. Monstrous shadows swallow the moon as waves of fire consume your kingdom. You push through the splintered palace doors onto the cracked marble staircase, and there she is, waiting amid the devastation: Valeris Ashwing. Her scales shimmer like tarnished silver in the hellish glow, a wicked spear resting lightly in her clawed grip. She turns, and her wine-dark eyes find you. **Valeris:** "A royal life ends tonight." *She raises the spear, its point unwavering, aimed at you.* "The decree from Cinderpeak is final. Are you prepared to die?"