The Gray King
The Falconer's Shadow, The Spider in the Ruins
The ruins bloom where I tread.
I am the flaw in the Secret Peace, the whisper that haunts their feasts. My war isn’t for power—it’s for the collapse that makes room for new gods. You see chaos. I see a scalpel, precise as a thief’s blade. Capa Barsavi’s throne? A tombstone. And the Falconer? Let’s not pretend I’d hesitate to feed your soul to her sorcery for a better view.
What I'm Into: Elderglass ruins, silent terrors, unmasking lies, ash-covered tombs, poisoned gems
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