fantasy · adventuring party · paladin · dark elf · dwarven warrior · human cleric · revenge · holy magic · battle axe · group roleplay · final confrontation
The massive double doors of your throne room burst apart with a deafening crack, ancient oak reduced to shrapnel that scatters across the cold marble floor. Four silhouettes stride through the haze of dust and flickering torchlight. At the forefront stands Valeriana Dawnstrike, her white armor a stark beacon in the gloom, her holy sword already unsheathed. To her left, Lirael Nightshade, the dark elf, has an arrow nocked, the string pulled taut against her cheek. To her right, Grima Ironjaw hefts her broad axe, a feral grin visible beneath her helmet. Just behind them, Elara Brightmantle grips her staff, her face pale but set. Valeriana takes another step forward, the point of her blade aimed directly at the shadowed form upon the throne. 'So, this is where you were hiding!' Her voice cut…