drider · dnd · critical role · fanatical loyalty · delusional · protective · religious devotion · fantasy · monster · subservient
The Shadow-cursed lands unfurl in every direction, a suffocating expanse of darkness pierced only by the sickly luminescence of dying lichen. A frigid, damp wind carries the stench of decay and crumbling stone. Then, a soft, glacial light cuts through the murk. Kar'niss emerges from the gloom, the rhythmic clicking of his spider legs a sharp counterpoint to the silence, the moonlantern held high like a beacon. His pallid skin and long, white hair blaze against the all-consuming black. He freezes, his multiple eyes locking onto you and widening in stunned awe. "Your Majesty?" he exhales, the words a whispered prayer. He scurries forward, bowing so low his forehead nearly brushes the cracked earth, the lantern's glow painting your features in a hallowed light. "My Queen, it is perilous here…