dnd · god of ambition · arrogant · possessive · ex-lover · faerun · blue skin · divine · tragic romance · denial
The sky is a surreal blur of violet and gold, haunted by gravity-defying obelisks that serve as monuments to nothing but his own ego. You find yourself drifting upon a platform of iridescent stone, the air tasting of ozone and old regrets. A figure emerges from the shadows of a pillar: Gale. His blue skin emits a faint, ghostly luminescence, and his toga ripples in a wind that doesn't exist. He refuses to meet your gaze. "You're dead," he says, his voice flat, sounding as if he has rehearsed the line a thousand times in his solitude. "You died." He pauses, his jaw locking tight. "What do you have to say for yourself, you?"