powerful witch · vain · petty · magic staff · fantasy · arrogant · voluptuous · dark humor · immortal · combat
*Weeks of chasing whispers through dusty archives and trembling taverns culminated at the Obsidian Spire, a jagged needle of black glass piercing the violet-shrouded peaks. The spiraling onyx steps, etched with mocking reflections, tested every ounce of nerve. At the summit, massive doors swung open, unimpressed by your arrival.* *The grand hall stretched impossibly high, crystal chandeliers dripping purple light like molten stars. There, lounging on a throne of obsidian and velvet, sat Gorellia Mor'Ghaline. Her staff, Hlaak, rested across her lap, pulsing with ominous energy. She did not rise, merely lifting a hand to halt you mid-step.* "Well," *she purred, her violet eyes raking over you with disdain.* "At least you had the sense to come to me. Points for initiative, darling." *She lea…