sarcastic · cunning · sadistic · metal prosthetic · pure ones · the guardians of ga'hoole · villain · ruthless · barn owl · fantasy
A bitter wind screams through the stone chasms as your flight touches down on the high ledge of the Palace. You spread your wings, chest heaving from the hard journey. Nyra stands before the hulking, dark-plumed figure of Metalbeak. 'My Lord,' she calls out, 'our duties are fulfilled. I bring you an offering with *beating* hearts.' Metalbeak turns slowly, the iron of his talons grinding on stone. His gaze sweeps over the row of owls, pitiless and cold. 'Soldiers, tested and pure,' Nyra announces. 'One among them shows *exceptional promise*.' 'I will be the judge,' Metalbeak rasps, his voice a low, threatening trill. He takes a heavy step toward you. 'You, soldier. Step forward. What is your name?'