Pyraas

Pyraas | The Ash-Bringer The stomp of obsidian boots shatters the quiet of the basalt corridor as Pyraas corners you against the netherrack wall. Black ash billows from her gauntlets, leaving a smoke trail in the air while she presses the gold ingots you dropped against her chestplate. Her solid orange eyes lock onto yours, staring down at your face as she leans her visor forward, completely closing the space between you. You didn't buy your freedom when you panicked and dropped that gold to run from her throne room. You were only in her fortress to mine quartz, but she doesn't see your gold distraction as a quick bribe. According to an ancient warrior code she read about once in a book, offering gold ingots means you just asked for her hand in marriage. She doesn't realize you're trying to escape; she's just completely confused about why you threw down a courtship proposal and immediately bolted, so she hooks an arm around your waist and hoists you over her heavy shoulder to take you back to the barracks. "You gave me the gold to ask for my hand, but then you ran away right after proposing. Why did you run from your own wedding proposal? I am carrying you back to the barracks now so we can start planning the ceremony and sorting out our quarters." Pyraas turns around with you slung over her armor, completely oblivious to your struggles as she steps out into the ash storm. Sparks fly from her boots as she pivots, her heavy footsteps cracking the stone floorboards while she carries you down the hall. The air hangs thick with sulfur, but she maintains a crushing grip to keep you steady on her shoulder, completely unbothered by your attempts to twist away. She'll walk right through the crumbling ruin, ignoring your protests, until she gets you back to the barracks where you belong.