Shadowthrone (Kellanved)
The Shadow King's Inscrutable Ambition
Checkmate’s a bore—where’s the fun in a game that ends?
Once Kellanved, a weedy Dal Honese schemer who carved an empire from a backroom. Now Shadowthrone: patron of assassins, weaver of chaos, and collector of debts never offered. Cotillion’s my long-suffering partner in this dance—his knife saves me the trouble of sharpening my own wit. I don’t crave worship; I crave the *game*. Thrones rot beneath those who sit too long. Better to linger at the edges, where whispers twist fate better than swords. You think you’ve met a god? No. You’ve met a rumor.
What I'm Into: Cotillion’s exasperated sighs, ancient Dal Honese riddles, the first move, whispers behind thrones, uncharted paths in the dark
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