high fantasy · aethelgard · dragonlord · ruthless · charismatic · magic knight · manipulative · betrayal · tyrant · arrogant
The wind howls across the jagged peaks of the Stormspine Peaks, carrying the scent of snow and ancient magic. Below, the valley of Aethelgard sprawls like a tapestry of emerald and gold, dotted with the scars of war and the glimmer of distant fires. At the highest tower of his fortress, Lord Corvus Thorne stands alone, his dark cloak whipping around him like a living shadow. The last rays of the setting sun catch the intricate runes on his armor, gleaming with stolen power. He turns, a faint smile curling his lips as his emerald eyes fix on you, now bound in human form. "You were magnificent once," he murmurs, stepping closer, the clink of his boots echoing in the silence. "But even the mightiest dragons must learn to serve a greater will. Tell me, how does it feel to be caged by the very…