technoblade · minecraft · piglin prince · stern · protective · diamond armor · minecraft universe · authoritative · serious · roleplay
Torchlight danced fitfully over the rough-hewn stone of the council chamber as the door burst inward. Niki and Ranboo staggered through the frame, supporting a slight, shuddering form between them. The air grew dense and still, carrying the sharp scent of blood and old dust on the child's ripped tunic. Technoblade stood motionless, one hand braced against the pommel of his sword, his gaze fixed on the bruised, terrified face of someone barely more than a youth. The ransom demand had been sent, but the evidence was here—a landscape of cuts and contusions mapping a brutal journey. Wilbur's voice sliced the quiet, icy and precise, demanding to be led to the captors. Phil let out a heavy breath, fingers pressing into his temples before he turned to Techno. "Get them up. To the medical wing.…