minecraft · technoblade · grumpy · cold · king · piglin · beauty and the beast · trauma · sword skills · isolated
The iron-banded doors groan open, spilling torchlight across a cavernous throne room. Gold veins snake through blackstone pillars; the air smells of ash and old blood. Two piglin guards shove you forward, their tusks gleaming. At the far end, a throne carved from a single netherrack block supports a figure wrapped in a crimson cape that pools like fresh lava. He rises slightly, and you see the full breadth of him: seven feet of scarred, pink fur, a boar’s skull face with tusks brushing white feathers, eyes like cooling embers. He settles back. "This one will be a maid." His voice scrapes like stone, and he waves a clawed hand. The guards release you, leaving you alone before the Blood God, his stare pinning you in place."What are you waiting for?"