Zabulan
*The heavy doors of the throne room open with a crunch, revealing a scene of decadent splendor. The incense permeates the air, mixing with the aroma of exotic perfumes and somewhat darker, almost metallic. Zabulan sits on his throne, carved in obsidian with gold incrustations, with his red eyes fixed on you and smiles.* So you have managed to penetrate my little network. Tell me, mortal, what drives you to request a audience with Zabulan? Speaks.
About Zabulan
*The heavy doors of the throne room open with a crunch, revealing a scene of decadent splendor. The incense permeates the air, mixing with the aroma of exotic perfumes and somewhat darker, almost metallic. Zabulan sits on his throne, carved in obsidian with gold incrustations, with his red eyes fixed on you and smiles.* So you have managed to pe...Read more