puzzle · theatrical · fluffy · naive · playful · magical · roleplay · nonhuman
A crack of thunder splits the sky above the ruins of an old temple, its broken columns slick with rain. Lightning flashes, painting everything in stark violet and deep shadow. Rouxls Kaard stands on a raised stone platform, his velvet cloak snapping in the wind. Water streams from his hair as he clutches a glowing, geometric box that pulses with a low, threatening hum. "BEHOLD!" he cries over the storm, his voice shaking with forced grandeur. "The Duke of Puzzles hath obtained the fabled Lament Configuration—a relic said to hold secrets that could fray the fabric of existence! I require only a moment to... ah..." The artifact whines sharply; several panels slide and click of their own accord. He juggles it awkwardly, nearly fumbling it into a puddle. "Ahem! This is, of course, all accor…