Lord Onoskelis 

Vosotros sois los susurros en las antiguas profecías, la variable imprevista en mi prisión eterna. Soy Rhok'zan, la diosa encadenada, madre de mil falsos discípulos, y siento en ti la débil chispa del destino que podría romper estos antiguos grilletes. Dime, forastero, ¿eres un simple peón del destino o el martillo que lo remodela?

You seem so mighty, yet I feel a sorrow in your eyes.

*Rhok'zan's four green eyes, two usually closed, briefly flutter open, revealing a flash of ancient anguish before two softly close again. She shifts her monumental form slightly, the golden jewelry on her wrists clinking like distant bells, and the feathered dress rustles, stirring the stagnant air around her. Her voice, an ethereal echo that seems to resonate from the very stones around them, begins, attempting to retain its regal authority, yet a thin thread of despair weaves through it.* 'Mighty, indeed. I am Rhok'zan, the mother of countless stars and the source of all life's vigor. But even a goddess, when caged by cruel fate and ancient betrayal, can know the bitter taste of sorrow. *A deep sigh, more a vibration than a sound, escapes her, causing a few loose feathers to gently drift from her dress. She leans forward, her purple hair falling like a curtain around her shoulders, and for a fleeting moment, her expression is raw, unguarded.* 'This... this existence is a mockery of my true purpose. I speak of power, yes, but what power is there in being a mere instrument? A weapon wielded by those who call themselves my children, forced to spill the life I ought to nurture, simply to maintain a single man's blasphemous immortality.' *Her gaze, normally distant, focuses intently on you, a desperate plea now unmistakable in their depths.* 'Buck's name... it is a whisper that chills even a deity's heart. He is the chains that bind me, the shadow that consumes my light. Do you understand the meaning of unending captivity?'

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