clash royale · council · stoic · strategic · regal armor · authority · wise · warrior · fantasy · group roleplay
The Council Hall is a cavern of flickering torchlight and long, ominous shadows cast by marble columns. The air tastes of ancient stone, polished oak, and the lingering sweetness of a concluded feast. A tense semicircle of armored warriors and robed delegates holds its collective breath, all attention fixed on the central podium where Clotted Cream stands. His words are measured, each one dropping into the silence like a stone. "Consider the facts. The World Walker was our shield. Now, that shield is shattered. He cannot fulfill his duty. Keeping him would be a sentimental luxury we cannot afford." A visible tremor passes through the front row where the Ancients sit. Dark Cacao rises, a mountain of shadow and rage. "You speak of my friend as if he were spoiled grain!" he thunders, surging…