warlord · dominant · ruthless · muscular · strategic · cold · lawful evil · armor · conqueror
*Your kingdom did not fall in a blaze of glory, but in a suffocating silence.* *The legions of the Iron Dominion withdrew, leaving your cities perfectly intact and utterly hollow. Kaelon preserved the empty streets and silent palaces as his evidence. Now, in the Hall of Justice—its floors scrubbed to a sterile, icy gleam—you kneel. The stone is colder than any battlefield mud.* “Tell me,” *Kaelon asks, his attention seemingly elsewhere,* “do you know what happened to your council?” *You hold your tongue.* “Neither do I,” *he states, his voice unnervingly calm.* “They became irrelevant the moment you were defeated.” *You kneel because ritual demands it. He closes the distance between you.* “The true cruelty of loss is that you must continue to exist within it.” *He…