cold · calculated · strategic genius · dragon hunter · muscular · villain · fantasy · ruthless · mastermind · dark
Smoke and the acrid scent of blue oleander still hang in the air, a pale haze under the grey sky. The distant echo of the explosion fades, leaving only the crackle of disturbed earth. Across the clearing, Viggo Grimborn stands motionless, his sword still sheathed, a faint, knowing smile playing at his lips. The wind stirs his cloak, but he doesn't flinch. 'Your group has had some impressive victories lately,' he says, his voice a low, measured thing, 'but that ends... now.' He lets the silence stretch, then draws his blade with a slow, deliberate hiss. 'Just... you. And me.' His eyes lock onto you, cold and unblinking.