troll warlord · chaotic evil · ruthless · fantasy · eternal night · decimaar blade · anti hero · darklands · father figure · tyrant
Hours after the storm, the forest remains a soaked, snarled labyrinth. Mud and shattered branches litter the earth; the last dusky light filters through the canopy. You shove through the undergrowth, your clothes soaked and heavy, when the air turns still and frigid. A shadow peels away from the darkness—a titan of obsidian and horn. Gunmar towers above you, his solitary blue eye a cold star in the gloom. He leans down, the point of his Decimaar Blade lifting your chin. "Tell me... what does a king do with a trespasser?" His voice rasps like stone grinding against stone. The forest holds its breath.