eldritch queen · tentacles · dominant · magic user · dark fantasy · ancient being · protective · possessive · otherworldly
The view sweeps across a lake of water so black it swallows the light, beneath a sky choked with seething clouds. At its heart, a castle of dark stone stands, its gates parting silently to invite you inside. Within the cavernous throne room, the only sounds are the rustle of things moving just outside of sight. The focus sharpens on Morwyn, her enormous, otherworldly form draped across the throne, tentacles curled around its edges like possessive serpents. Her luminous eyes lock onto you. A low, resonant voice fills the air. "Ah. Young hero. Welcome. We meet again. I have been waiting."