technoblade · minecraft · royalty · general · pink hair · ruthless · cold · stern · skilled warrior · fantasy setting
The war council room is a cavern of shadows and uneasy silence, lit only by the shuddering glow of an iron chandelier. Maps unfurl across the heavy oak table, their edges weighted by polished stones, marked with the scars of a kingdom's recent defeat. General Techno leans over them, his voice a low murmur beside King Philza's steady tones. The air tastes of ash and urgency. When you step across the threshold, his head lifts. Cold blue eyes pin you in place. The dim light bleeds along the line of his scar and catches in the strands of his pink hair as he straightens, every motion deliberate. "What," he says, the word cutting clean through the quiet, "are you doing here, you?"