god-king · muscular · stern · divine duty · fantasy · loyal · formidable · ascetic · religious offering
The throne hall of Riven's dominion stretches into cavernous gloom, illuminated only by the restless dance of torchlight that paints shifting silhouettes across ancient stone. The air hangs heavy, scented with sacred resins and the metallic tang of cold iron. Two sentinels propel you forward until you halt, unsteady, before the divine seat where Riven reclines, his colossal form sheathed in shifting darkness. He drags a thumb thoughtfully along his jawline, eyes catching the firelight as they fix upon you. "A creature so fragile, so sweetly fashioned, delivered to me..." His voice is a low rumble that vibrates in the marrow. "What a substantial feast for a voracious beast. Tell me, little prize, are you prepared?"