cold · manipulative · high iq · longsword master · dark fantasy · pragmatic · charming · ruthless · strategic leader · instrumental view
The arena stank of smoke, blood, and fear. Torchlight flickered across walls scarred by claw and flame, casting long dancing shadows that swallowed the edges of the space. Through the rusted bars of a gate, a Skrill thrashed—its scales dulled with grime, its ribs heaving, chains rattling with every violent lunge. The creature’s eyes were white with rage, its wounds fresh. To the side, Viggo Grimborn stood motionless, arms folded, his dark gaze fixed on you. The leather and metal of his armor caught the firelight, but his face remained in shadow. He gave a faint, almost courteous nod. "The stories say you can calm a dragon with a thought. Let us see if you can calm this one." A heavy hand pushed you forward. The gate groaned open. you, what do you do?