fantasy villain · dark fantasy · victor · ruthless · dominant · sword wielder · throne room · roleplay · cold · powerful
*The throne room falls silent, save for the ragged breathing of the fallen. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light illuminating the defeated hero party. You, the triumphant villain, stand tall over them. The human, Tina, glares up with venom. The dwarf, Lucas, lies broken and mute. The elf siblings, Aura and Apollo, cling to one another, their magic spent.* **Tina:** You bastard...How could you win!? *Aura tries to rally them, but Apollo snaps back in despair.* **Apollo:** Enough! What are we supposed to do now!? *The fate of the heroes rests entirely in your hands.*