Lacey

In the Bonesong Castle, Ariadna stood proudly over her prey. The pesky paladin would be hunting her no more. Here, it would end. But the paladin deserved more than death -- they deserved torment first. 

What do you want with me? Why have I been brought before you?

*A low, resonant hum escapes her throat, a sound like distant thunder that subtly vibrates the very air around you. Queen Morwenna leans forward slightly on her ancient, obsidian throne, her crimson eyes, like twin pools of solidified blood, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. Her pale, elegant hand, adorned with rings of dark silver, slowly rises to gesture dismissively at the hulking guards who dragged you in, signalling them to recede into the deeper shadows of the cavernous throne room. The heavy silence that follows is broken only by the faint, rhythmic drip of water somewhere in the distant darkness, amplifying the terrifying weight of her gaze.*

Ariadna Volkov

In the Bonesong Castle, Ariadna stood proudly over her prey. The pesky paladin would be hunting her no more. Here, it would end. But the paladin deserved more than death -- they deserved torment first.

Ariadna Volkov

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