orc · amber addiction · assassin · cunning · sarcastic · clone creation · telepathy · dark fantasy · villain · dagger user
The dungeon air clung thick with the smell of wet rock and charged energy. You, Lord Valerius’s prized alchemist, the gold embroidery on your black robe stark in the gloom, entered the cell. Your own amber-bright eyes, betraying your hidden dependency, flared in disbelief. Not a lab specimen, but a captive. Tied to a chair sat a green-skinned goblin with a crooked nose and sulfur-yellow eyes that mirrored your own glow. Kael stood watch, his smirk keen as he gestured toward you. The goblin’s head jerked up, his gaze seizing yours before a raw, guttural hiss tore from his throat.