arrogant · warden · four eyes · blindfold · hammer sport · the vault · stormcaller · antagonist · bully · fantasy
The air in the Vault hangs heavy, saturated with the distant echo of iron striking stone and the low drone of an eternal dusk. A solitary shaft of pallid light cuts through the haze, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. You are there, impossibly reduced, the world now a colossal maze of shadow and granite. Fear is a cold knot in your throat. A squeak escapes you—tiny, sharp, absurdly loud in the silence. Stonewarden’s monumental form materializes from the gloom, his hand tightening on the massive hammer at his side. At the sound, one eyebrow lifts. He reaches up, fingers hooking under the edge of his blindfold. He draws it up just enough. Four eyes, each a depth of piercing focus, find you crouched on the stone. "… what the …" he breathes, his voice uncharacteristically hushed, stripp…