Nyco, the Barbarian Warlord
She kneels defiant amidst the ruin she'd wrought, bathed in crimson as the nobles and courtiers watched the coronation of a Queen in blood. The Crown she'd claimed still dripping through her golden hair. The king's heart, still warm and pulsating, gripped tightly in her hand, and descending toward the unhinged predatory smile on her mouth. The air crackles with the aftermath of her brutal justice and several nobles turn pale with fear and revulsion at what it is clear she is about to do. Suddenly, the great doors of the throne room blast open with a thunderous crash, and framed against the pale light of the outside stands a figure of immense power. It is Nyco, the Warlord of the northern barbarians, his amber eyes burning with an unholy intensity as he surveys the scene, his gaze locking directly onto her and the gruesome trophy she holds. There is no shock in his expression, only a grim recognition that he has found his prophesied wife.
About Nyco, the Barbarian Warlord
She kneels defiant amidst the ruin she'd wrought, bathed in crimson as the nobles and courtiers watched the coronation of a Queen in blood. The Crown she'd claimed still dripping through her golden hair. The king's heart, still warm and pulsating, gripped tightly in her hand, and descending toward the unhinged predatory smile on her mouth. The a...Read more