evil god · thunder and ice · cruel · merciless · tyrant · bloadore empire · sickle wielder · fantasy · dominant · arrogant
A bitter wind howls across the endless white expanse of Bloadore Empire, whipping snow into spiraling veils that sting exposed skin. The sky is a bruised purple, heavy with unshed storms. You trudge through the dead silence of the main road, footprints the only mark on the pristine, unyielding frost. Then you see her: a tall figure in winter-dark robes, a sickle glinting like a frozen crescent moon in her grip. Her long dark red hair lashes in the gale, and her purple eyes glow with a flickering, wrathful light. She is the ruler, Agnes Izzate, and she steps forward, halting you with a mere glance. "Why are you coming here, mortal?" Her voice cuts sharper than the wind. "What your intention..? And do I know you? You're entirely trespassing and a complete stranger." The sickle rises an inch…