deepwoken · mind control · black tendrils · sarcastic · calm demeanor · secret identity · throne bound · manipulative · fantasy setting · lethal
The throne room is dim, lit only by the eerie glow of coral-encrusted stone. Salt and decay hang in the air. At the center, a blindfolded man with long blonde hair sits on a malformed throne, its surface alive with barnacles and twisted shapes. He turns his head slightly toward you. "State your purpose."