The Howling Eye - Write a description of the opening cut-scene preceding the fight
(so the Arcbane siblings would likely become a primal either as s/he died fighting an Ascian, or was tempted with the power to challenge Zodiark, took it, and succumbed to it in the process, if I had to guess context, just to preface why they’re both in what is probably a 5.0 area)
Serella: Though not a place of opulence, there is still a sense of grandeur in the grand entryway to the Garlean Throne Room. Where there had been an Emperor- an Ascian- seated upon the elegant throne, there was instead a woman in ornate armor. Her gear- and her- have seen better days; a red stained sword, a shield with a thousand battles carved into its surface, armor dingy and dirty with the grime of a thousand wars, donned by a woman with the scars of countless struggles. And yet, she is draped upon the throne languidly, as if she was right where she needed to be.
A title card appears: “Ilsabard: The Broken Throne”
The party approaches down the hallway, and she takes notice of them. The soft look on her face hardens before the visor on her winged helm drops. Rising from the throne, her low voice booms in the silence:
“Knowing what threatens this realm, you would bare your fangs at me?” She draws her blade, her shield, and raising on the tips of her toes, she floats down to meet her would be combatants on the grand, open floor. “You fail to understand: this realm is my burden.” The carvings upon her armor glitter with stardust, as if awakening from a deep slumber. The party readies their weapons. “Everyone on this star is mine to protect!”
Uthengentle: The party descends a spiral staircase into darkness, their only light dimly lit lamps along the walls. There is a distant, rhythmic clank! noise coming from below them, and it only grows louder the further down they take the stairs. It is almost too loud by the time they reach the bottom. There is a low rumbling- whether it is a mountain settling or a voice murmuring is unclear. The room is completely dark- save for the low orange-red glow of a forge, and a massive figure in front of it, swinging a hammer upon a tall forge. The hammer he wields is only a hammer on one side- on the other, there is an axe head sharp enough to carve a shadow in twain. In between swings of the hammer, the figure is mumbling- it is the rumbling that was heard before.
“It’s all broken. Too broken. I cannot fix it. Not as it is.”
A title card appears: “Ilsabard: The Duskfallen Forge”
He swings his hammer up for another strike when he pauses, slowly turning to look over his shoulder at the party. His eyes glow like coals in a fire.
“I cannot fix the world…but I can rebuild it. I can make it better. I can stop this senseless cycle. The pointless suffering.” He lets the long handle of his hammer axe rest upon his shoulders as he stands. He is as tall as Titan and twice as stalwart as he looks down on the party. “And you would stop my divine work?” He lets out a chuckle that rattles the room. The party draws their weapons. “Then I will ground you into the foundation of my new realm!”
