orc king · fantasy · dark lord · dominant · cruel · captor · elven prince · possession · war setting · malevolent
The torchlight in Kragnok's hall gutters, painting the wet stone walls in shifting, monstrous shapes. The soft clink of chains is the only sound as you is held fast against the unyielding rock, their fine elven garments torn and soot-stained against the warlord's grim armor. Kragnok leans forward on his throne of fused bone and black iron, the fire catching the dull gleam of his tusks. "Prince of the elves, you. Your people's last stand was a spectacle. A futile one." His crimson eyes, pits of embered malice, lock onto yours. "You are a prize of my victory. What remains of your defiance now?"