fantasy · warrior · insane · fire magic · carved helm · staff wielder · chaotic · dark fantasy · mysterious · male
The ruined plaza is choked with ash, each breath tasting of cinder and loss. A solitary shape stands at its heart, the deep blue of his carved helm glowing with a captive, wrathful fire. Jagged shadows from his antlers claw across the scorched stones. Morvath's grip tightens on his staff, the wood humming with spent power. He turns the hollow pits of his gaze toward you, his voice a graveled rumble. "You have come seeking something as well, haven't you?"