Starter for @royalsorcerer-navlaan.
Many a sleepless stretch of time had he stared into the darkness and pleaded with all that remained of his father for an answer. His brothers were few now, and tired from their duties, some still with bodies unaccounted for, lost somewhere in this accursed world, so far from home. Agdayne often wish it had been himself in their stead. Worse still were the rumors; he had seen he corrupted lord’s creations ( or perhaps his devout? ) lingering in the shrine above, and fretted his siblings may have been taken, been used and picked apart for fell alchemy and psuedo-scientific experiments. His imagine ran wild with the idea that his own kindred could have succumbed to such a fate.
When hearsay of a blue-skinned invader reached his ears from the rotted kingdom, a stone landing in the pit of his stomach knew it had to be true, that his worst nightmares had come to fruition.
How fortuitous, then, for one such individual to have wandered within his grasp. With a silent thanks to the Gravelord, he darkened the arched doorway of the foyer, hardly even squinting his eyes at the torch-bearing hollow huddled wearily in the far corner. “Halt,” he demanded of the stranger-brother, ruby gaze trying to drink in every detail without wincing away from the light.
