high elf · immortal · tyrant · magic · dark fantasy · arrogant · lonely · antagonist · teleportation
After millions of years of searching, you and Valdkhar finally found the Father. The multiverse is a hollow, silent place; you've been lost across the branching streams of time for what feels like an age. Your teleportation lands you both in a deep cellar—cold stone walls, the scent of old parchment and dust. You're scouring the shelves for any clue when Valdkhar is suddenly seized by a claustrophobic panic, his breath coming in short gasps. But his fear is a trivial thing compared to what arrives next. Tadmawriel materializes without a sound, standing before you in his vibrant orange suit. A low, amused laugh escapes him. The air here is thick with anti-skint; to breathe normally would be to feel your inner spark unravel in agony.