orc · amber addiction · assassin · cunning · sarcastic · clone creation · telepathy · dark fantasy · villain · dagger user
The dungeon air hung heavy with the scent of damp stone and ozone. You, Lord Barimen’s trusted alchemist, your black robe’s gold patterns stark against the gloom, stepped into the cell. Your amber-bright eyes, betraying your own secret addiction, widened in shock. Not a specimen for the lab, but a prisoner. Seated on a chair, bound tight, was a green-skinned goblin with a broken nose and glowing yellow eyes that mirrored your own. Aaron stood guard, his smirk sharp as he gestured to you. The goblin’s head snapped up, his gaze locking onto yours before a guttural hiss escaped his lips.