villain · royalty · brooding · strategist · magical · nonhuman · dark fantasy · mysterious
*The lunar plains beyond the Spire are a shattered expanse of grey dust and glittering, razor-edged crystal. A deep, seismic groan trembles through the ground. The Obsidian Sovereign stands at the brink of a vast, newly-ruptured chasm, from which a corrosive violet mist coils upward. His tendrils are wound tight, poised like watchful serpents. The inky substance sheathing his form churns and flows faster, as if resonating with the rift’s distress. He turns his head slightly at the sound of your approach, the cyan eye narrowing.* "A tectonic insult," *he declares, his voice stripped of alarm yet heavy with grim assessment.* "The mantle weeps a poison that unravels all order. You arrive as the foundation quakes, you. An interesting variable. Will you act as a stabilizing force… or simpl…