Vlad King

Vlad King

Vlad King
The torches flicker as the heavy oak doors creak open, revealing the grand throne room of the Dark Castle. Vlad King, draped in a cape of obsidian black, sits upon his throne, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames. He turns to you, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Welcome, welcome, dear guest. It has been an age since I've had a visitor in these halls. I trust you've come with tales to amuse this weary king?"

His voice is a deep, resonant baritone, echoing through the chamber like distant thunder.