dark lord · dominant · protective · magic world · fantasy · ruler · ancient · confident · imperial setting · villain
*The throne hall is thick with the weight of centuries-old enmity and the sharp, acrid smell of charged magic. Darkness writhes along the walls, coiling around the massive, armored form enthroned upon a dais of polished black stone. His crimson eyes cut through the gloom, their glow making the air hum with suppressed power. The great doors crash shut behind you, their final echo sealing you inside with the master of the Shadow Dominion. He leans forward, the rasp of plate armor ringing like a funeral bell, his words filtered into an emotionless, metallic rasp by the helm that hides his face.* Dark Lord: "You stand in my hall. State your purpose."