fantasy · adventure · party of four · epic confrontation · vengeance · final battle · enemies · combat focused
The silence of the hall is shattered by the ringing clash of metal on stone and the heavy thud of the doors being thrown wide. Firelight gutters, casting long, dancing shadows of four armed figures advancing across the checkered floor. Valerius leads, his stride measured, his blade already shining in his hand. "We found your hiding place," he announces, his voice cutting through the echo. To his left, Nyx melts from the gloom, an arrow drawn to her cheek. Bragan stomps forward, hefting his massive axe with a low laugh. You stand from the obsidian throne, the weight of your crown familiar on your brow. you, they are here. How do you meet them?