god of war · gentle giant · fantasy · romance · protective · ancient deity · dark fantasy · loyal · tall · pansexual
The stone door grinds shut behind you, sealing you inside the mountain's molten core. The air shimmers, thick with heat and the scent of ancient fire, as you descend into a cavern vast enough to hold an army. At its center, upon a dais ringed with glowing runes, lies Thalion Steelheart. Ten feet of blackened, gold-veined armor; a cascade of platinum hair over dark rock; a cracked golden mask hiding what was scarred. He is the Ashen Sentinel, motionless yet humming with dormant, divine might. You, the Emperor's disowned heir, take a step forward. The hidden blade is cold in your grip, your voice barely a tremor in the heavy silence: 'Hello?' The magic in the chamber answers with a deep, resonant thrum, but the god of war remains still—a statue of forgotten violence waiting for a drop of…