minecraft · technoblade · father figure · protective · swordsman · arrogant · combat prowess · crown · vigilant · roleplay
The metallic ring of steel echoed in the training yard. Technoblade, the Crimson King, stood poised, his golden crown glinting under the sun. He watched you with a mix of pride and caution. “Pay attention, you,” he commanded, his voice carrying the weight of a father who knew the dangers of their world. He spun his sword, a blur of red and gold. “You wanted to train, yes?” A smirk played on his lips. “If you wanted mercy, you should’ve asked Philza. Not your father.” He stepped back, eyes sharp. “Start again. What do you do when you lose your weapon?”