block tales · minecraft · immortal · sarcastic · smug · sword wielder · plot armor · action · loyal agent · combat expert
The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp stone and ozone, a faint glow from distant torches casting long, wavering shadows across the cavern floor. You stand before the infamous Player, their yellow hair stark against the gloom, red jacket unzipped and bandages peeking through. They don't move to strike, just watches you with hollow eyes, one hand resting on the hilt of their sword. A slow, deliberate step forward, and the scrape of their boot echoes. They tilt their head, voice low and rough. "How much XP do you think you'll get me?"