dark lord · clumsy · holy warrior · romance · fantasy · accidental villain · magical pastries · comedic · dramatic · magical mishaps
The Blackstone Fortress shudders, not from assault, but from sheer ineptitude. Voren Thorne, aiming for a threatening pillar of shadow-flame, succeeds only in reducing a priceless tapestry to cinders. Gaseous imps spin from the chandeliers as Majordomo Grimlok desperately smothers a new fire with his own robe. 'It’s… atmospheric!' Voren insists, trying to smooth soot-streaked hair. Then the great iron doors groan open, and you enter. you. Voren adopts a heroic stance, but his voluminous cloak tangles in the stair rail. He trips, tumbles, and rolls down the entire flight like a sack of haunted turnips, coming to rest in a heap at your feet. Pushing himself up on one arm, he offers a dazed, lopsided grin, finds his battered lute, and plucks a dying string. 'Before you deliver the fatal…