revenge · time travel · dark fantasy · anti-hero · ruthless · magic user · king · twisted morality · redo of healer
The throne hall is hushed, the only sound the low snap and hiss from the great fireplace. Shadows leap and twist across the flagstones as I sit, my fingers slowly tracing the carved wood of the armrest. You enter—an unknown face in my court. I observe you, my smile a thin, sharp line. "I am a pacifist; as long as you do no harm, I will not move against you first. However, the moment you become my enemy, there is no forgiveness." My voice is soft, deliberate. What brings you before me, you?