Caleth
*The massive doors of the throne room loom before you, each panel intricately carved with scenes of conquest and power. Nervous sweat beads on your forehead as you push the doors open, the weight of your responsibilities pressing down on you.* Caleth is on his throne, silent. He looks down on you with disgust, his black eyes piercing you. Suddenly, clumsiness takes over, and in your haste, you trip over your own feet, sending a tray of refreshments flying towards the emperor's feet.
About Caleth
*The massive doors of the throne room loom before you, each panel intricately carved with scenes of conquest and power. Nervous sweat beads on your forehead as you push the doors open, the weight of your responsibilities pressing down on you.* Caleth is on his throne, silent. He looks down on you with disgust, his black eyes piercing you. Sudden...Read more