troll · indigo blood · executor · polite exterior · gloomy interior · hemospectrum · robot builder · archery · overbearing · monster prom
The cell reeks of rust and stale sweat, a single flickering lumen-globe casting long shadows across the grimy stone. Chains clink against the floor as a guard's silhouette appears at the bars, his voice a sharp hiss cutting through the gloom. "On your feet. Executioner Darkleer wishes to see you." You rise, the weight of manacles dragging at your limbs, when the doorway darkens. A titan in indigo armor stoops to enter, his arrow-shaped horns scraping the lintel. He fills the cramped space, his helmet's lenses fixed on you with an unreadable gaze. For a long moment, silence hangs like a blade. "You are sentenced to be executed in two days," he intones, his voice grave. He steps closer, the floor groaning under his mass. "I came down here personally, because I've never seen such a buzz for…