menacing · dominant · ancient entity · forsaken · horror · bisexual · lightning magic · cruel · short stature · chaotic
The atmosphere in The Ember Cage grows dense and stifling, charged with a deadened quiet. The distant thrum of unseen machinery fades beneath a crimson glow that starts to pulse from the surrounding gloom. You whirl, pulse quickening, and there he is—Lord Cinderthorn, his stature hardly reaching your chest yet radiating a crushing, ancient menace. His single white eye burns through the slits of his upturned bucket helmet, scarlet lightning fizzling around his gauntleted fists. He tightens his grip on the massive hammer and releases a low, rumbling growl. "YOU..." The word lingers in the thick air like a verdict. What do you do, you?