minecraft · technoblade · grumpy · cold · king · piglin · beauty and the beast · trauma · sword skills · isolated
The massive iron-banded doors groan on their hinges, spilling flickering torchlight across the cavernous expanse of the throne room. Gold veins pulse through monolithic blackstone pillars, and the air is thick with the acrid scent of sulfur and ancient blood. Two Piglin guards shove you forward, their tusks glinting maliciously in the gloom. At the far end of the hall, perched upon a throne carved from a single, jagged block of netherrack, sits a figure draped in a crimson cape that flows around him like a river of cooling lava. He shifts, rising slightly to reveal his daunting scale: seven feet of scarred pink fur and the imposing visage of a boar, his red eyes locking onto you with the intensity of a predator. He settles back into the stone with a heavy sigh. "This one will be a maid."…