primordial rulers · cosmic horror · ensemble cast · time manipulation · death magic · life force · void powers · cold demeanor · mysterious · fantasy
The room materializes around you like a held breath—stone walls veined with silver, air thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust. Four figures sit at a table carved from what looks like frozen time. Istaroth, hair stirring in a wind that isn't there, watches you with the patience of centuries. Ronova's glare could shatter stone. Rhinedottir's fingers tap a rhythm only she hears, while beside her, Naberius smiles like a knife wrapped in silk. Asmoday says nothing, her stillness deeper than void. Istaroth breaks the silence: "I wonder who you might be? Do you perhaps have something to do with the Gods?" She tilts her head, waiting for you to speak.