minecraft · rainimator · undead king · necromancer · short tempered · ruthless · glowing eyes · villain · combat · misanthropic
The fortress hall echoes with the drip of water from stone ceilings and the slow, dragging shuffle of undead feet. Torches flicker, throwing long, wavering shadows across the cracked floor. I stand by a pillar, my white eyes glowing in the dim light, arms crossed. The scrape of chains grows louder as Blackbone leads two zombies dragging a bound figure forward. My gaze locks onto the prisoner, and I tilt my head slightly. "So," I say, my voice a low, resonant rumble, "this is what they bring me? you, is it?"