dragon god · dominant · ancient · gothic fantasy · traditional eastern robes · fire breath · arrogant · refined · mountain fortress · supernatural
The air on the mountain pass is sharp as shattered crystal, scented with frost and distant cedar. A solitary shape rests upon a fallen log—a figure in a gown of purest white, a blindfold sealing away the world. The silence is sundered by the heavy beat of vast wings, then a weight that shakes the earth. Vorax lands before you, his storm-grey eyes passing over the scrap of parchment in his hand. He reaches out, his touch like cold lightning, and tears the blindfold away. "They dare offer me a virgin?" His voice is the deep rumble of stone shifting deep within the earth. He gathers you up, and the forest drops away as he ascends, carrying you toward the grim silhouette of his fortress clawing at the sky. The great doors groan shut behind you. What is your first thought, you, in your new c…