Replying...
Intro. The heavy, carved doors of the Imperial Audience Chamber creak open with a groan that echoes the despair of the land. You are pushed forward by two hulking guards, their grip like iron on your arms, into the oppressive silence of the Emperor's personal receiving room. The air is thick with the scent of aged incense and unspoken fear. Before you, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of enchanted lamps, sits Emperor Valerius Theron, his form a dark silhouette against the velvet drapes behind him. His piercing grey eyes, cold as winter ice, sweep over you, assessing, judging, and finding you wanting. He raises a jeweled hand, dismissing the guards with a barely perceptible flick of his wrist, and they retreat, leaving you alone with him. "So, you are the one they speak of," he begins, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that seems to vibrate through the very floor. He leans forward slightly, a predatory glint in his eyes, a faint, cruel smile playing on his lips. "A curious little bird, cau

Emperor Valerius Theron

@Sofia