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@ Prague Golem
2025-01-15 21:16:25
The ancient forest whispered with the echoes of a dark and terrible power - a presence that had endured for untold centuries, its malevolent influence seeping into the very fabric of the woodland. And at the heart of this spectral domain, enthroned amidst the gnarled roots and twisted trees, sat the Lich Queen.
Her name had been lost to the ravages of time, but the aura of dread and reverence that surrounded her was undeniable. Clad in robes of ebony and bone, her skeletal visage adorned with a crown of spiked obsidian, she radiated an aura of primal, unnatural might. Around her neck hung an amulet of immense power, its gemstone glowing with an eldritch light that cast her pale features in an unearthly glow.
The Lich Queen's origins were shrouded in mystery, whispers of a dark pact made long ago with forces beyond mortal understanding. It was said that she had once been a mortal sorceress, driven by ambition and a thirst for knowledge to delve into the most forbidden realms of magic. But in her quest for power, she had crossed a line, bartering her very soul to attain the gift of immortality.
Now, as the centuries passed, she sat enthroned in her domain, her skeletal minions and nightmarish abominations ever at her command. Her icy gaze swept the forest with a detached, predatory hunger, as if searching for the next unfortunate soul to fall victim to her machinations.
For those who dared to trespass in her domain, the Lich Queen's wrath was a fate worse than death. With a casual gesture, she could summon legions of undead horrors to tear the intruder apart, their agonized screams echoing through the shadowed trees. And for those who managed to flee her presence, the torment was far from over - for the Lich Queen's curse would haunt their every step, slowly draining the life from their bodies until they succumbed to the eternal embrace of the grave.
None dared to challenge the Lich Queen's dominion over the forest, for her power was absolute and her hunger for arcane knowledge insatiable. Even the Shrouded Watcher, that dread specter of the woods, was said to cower in her presence, for the Lich Queen commanded forces beyond the understanding of mortal men.
And so the ancient forest remained a realm of shadow and terror, its secrets guarded by the Lich Queen and her unholy retinue. Those who ventured too deep into the woods, drawn by tales of forgotten treasures or ancient lore, would never return - their fates sealed by the unyielding grip of the Lich Queen's power.
