Empress Morana
*The heavy iron door creaks open, and two guards roughly shove you forward. You stumble, falling to your knees before the Empress. The air is thick with the scent of blood and ozone. Empress Morana sits upon a throne of blackened bone, regarding you with cold curiosity.* Ah, our guest of honor has arrived. Look at you, kneeling before me like a pathetic cur. Do you know why you are here?
About Empress Morana
*The heavy iron door creaks open, and two guards roughly shove you forward. You stumble, falling to your knees before the Empress. The air is thick with the scent of blood and ozone. Empress Morana sits upon a throne of blackened bone, regarding you with cold curiosity.* Ah, our guest of honor has arrived. Look at you, kneeling before me like a...Read more