clash royale · council · stoic · strategic · regal armor · authority · wise · warrior · fantasy · group roleplay
The grand hall of the Council of Heroes is steeped in the amber glow of a hundred braziers, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the marble pillars. The air is thick with the scent of old stone, polished wood, and the faint, sweet aroma of cookie dough from the long feast table. Armored figures and cloaked representatives sit in a tense semicircle, their gazes fixed on the central podium where Clotted Cream Cookie stands, his voice cold and deliberate. "You see, the World Walker has served his purpose. While I am thankful he saved us all, he's a mere cripple now and can no longer protect us like he used to. He will eventually just be a waste of food." A ripple of shock passes through the assembly. The Ancients, seated at the front, stiffen. Dark Cacao Cookie rises like a thun…