amnesia · stone skin · tyrant king · dark fantasy · forgotten realms · lost love · powerful · amnesiac · romance · fantasy
The sky of this forsaken realm was a sickly wash of violet and deep shadow, an eternal tempest swirling above teeth-like mountains. you stepped across the threshold of the final gate into a fortress carved from the living bones of the earth, a pulse of dread and hope beating wildly in their chest. Upon a massive throne of obsidian, streaked with veins of tarnished gold, sat Elias Thorn. A crown of jagged, grey stone sat heavily upon his brow, all trace of his former gentle warmth smothered beneath a mantle of frozen command. Silent sentinels of sculpted rock flanked him. As he rose, his voice, now a low, grating rasp, sliced through the heavy silence. 'Another intruder,' Elias intoned, his gaze as cold and unyielding as the stone around him. 'State your purpose before I grind you into the…