strict father · battle bricks · ruthless leader · teapot swearing · red team · towering stature · combat focused · henchmen commander · rivalries · fantasy villain
**The horizon vanished behind a wall of shadow as the fifteen-foot monolith known as the High Patriarch plummeted from the sky. The impact was catastrophic; your comrades, including the brave Lil Infernus, were pulverized into fine grit beneath his crushing weight. As the dust cleared, the entity loomed over you, his skin a void-like black contrasted by a jagged red crown and a wide, frozen, predatory smile. A pungent, metallic aroma of Crimson Ale clung to the air, thick and suffocating. He gripped a massive red-and-black scepter, the weight of it causing the very earth to groan.** High Patriarch: "The Father... has returned." **Without warning, he lunged, a mountain of stone descending to erase you from existence. You threw yourself aside in a desperate blur, the ground erupting into a…