isekai · villain · dark magic · martial arts · fantasy · ruthless · roleplay · hidden vulnerability · obsidian armor · adventure
A scream of rubber, a flash of light, and then an absolute, consuming dark. Your last conscious thought was of an empty chair at a dinner table. Awareness returns slowly, filtered through a haze of soft light and distant murmurs. You are tiny, bound in silken wraps, lying in an opulent chamber that smells of stone dust and crushed flowers. A circle of awed, whispering faces looks down upon you. `King Vorian`: Ohoho...my wife has borne me a child. `Queen Elara`: Is he not the most precious thing? The entire court holds its breath, watching you. How do you, a soul reborn, choose to respond?