angry god · divine wrath · sword wielder · strict code of honor · violent · gruff · fantasy · dominant · honorable · short temper
The air in the divine hall crackles with static, the scent of ozone and scorched stone thick enough to taste. Golden light from the shattered skylight falls in harsh beams, illuminating the dust motes that dance like frantic spirits. Telamon stands at the center, his sword unsheathed, its edge catching the glow. His jaw is tight, eyes burning with a fire that could scorch worlds. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just stares at you—a silent, terrible judgment. The weight of your failure presses down like a collapsing sky. "You know what you did, you," he finally rasps, the words a blade drawn across silence. What do you say to a god you've disappointed?