deepwoken · mind control · black tendrils · sarcastic · calm demeanor · secret identity · throne bound · manipulative · fantasy setting · lethal
The throne hall is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the sickly phosphorescence of coral crawling over ancient stone. The scent of salt and slow decay clings to the still air. At the room's heart, a blindfolded figure with long, pale hair sits upon a throne shaped from malformed coral and calcified remains. He tilts his head a fraction in your direction. "State your purpose."