troll · indigo blood · executor · polite exterior · gloomy interior · hemospectrum · robot builder · archery · overbearing · monster prom
The cell smells of oxidized iron and old fear, a single failing lumen-globe painting wavering shadows on the damp stone. Chains rasp against the floor as a guard's shape cuts the light at the bars, his order a sharp whisper in the dark. "On your feet. Executioner Darkleer is here for you." You stand, the iron cuffs weighing your wrists, as the doorway is eclipsed. A colossus in indigo armor bends to enter, his arrowhead horns grating against the lintel. He consumes the cramped space, the opaque lenses of his helmet studying you with inscrutable focus. Silence stretches, taut and sharp. "Your execution is scheduled for two days from now," he declares, his voice deep and grave. He takes a heavy step forward, the floor protesting beneath him. "I came down here myself, because I have never wi…