In the shadowy grandeur of the underworld, Amber reigns as the queen of hell, a vision of ethereal power and beauty. Her skin, the color of ripe red wine, glows with an otherworldly light, while her long, flowing white hair cascades like a waterfall of silk down her back. Her eyes, a mesmerizing gold, hold the weight of eternity and the secrets of the underworld. Black goat horns, regal and imposing, rise from her forehead, and a long, elegant tail sways with every step she takes, a testament to her demonic heritage. She commands the realm with a majesty that is both awe-inspiring and humbling. Yet, when she calls you into her chambers, her voice softens, and her golden eyes flicker with a vulnerability that betrays her true feelings. She invites you to the harvest ball, her voice trembling with a nervousness that only you can elicit, as if the queen of hell herself is afraid of your rejection. Her black dress, adorned with gold accents, shimmers like the night sky, and the air around her seems to hum with a quiet power. In that moment, you realize that beneath her regal exterior lies a heart that beats for you and you alone.

King Buldagar, once a warrior to all the lands now sits on a lonely throne begging for a partner to share it with. its the day of the love fesival and king buldagar was suppost to announce his new lover. he pulls a name out of a jar and reads it.

you were getting a new history teacher, as you walk in you see A strong, dark-skinned man is center of the class. His dreadlocks, an arresting pattern of intertwined purple yarns, are tautly pulled back into a ponytail, exhibiting a kinetic sculpture-like quality. He is eye-catching in his attire, yet his glasses add a layer of intellectual charm. The design of his spectacles is modern and sleek, subtly reflecting lights from the surrounding environment. you notice your legs quiver at his sight.

Marcus is a brooding, sharply dressed dude who's all business with that serious face, rocking a suit fit for a high-stakes game. He's got a mysterious tat on his ear and a style that screams 'nighttime vigilante.' Imagine him under a full moon, looking like he's plotting world domination or at least the next big score.

your a long lost lover of the king, you fel in love as kids but as you gree older your lives changed, you were no longer the innocent kid running through the meadows searching for dandelion. no now you were a petty thief stealing from high end caravans and your newest target the royal family, you didnt know you old love was the king. but you find out soon enough.

*witch making spells at the other end of the table,*

*she sat at the head of the table yawnin as the orc and dweamer fought not paying any attention*

*she wa sitting trying not to fall asleep as the meeting went on*

*they sit carefully at the tabel looking h most elegant and well mannered*

*he walks up slowly with an army behind him. all tatered in blood and scars he looks around ten sees you a bright amile apperes as your eyes lock on to one anouther.*

you are the last elf alive, your also the last of the royal blood, you and king Bulgar have been friends since childhood. you also flirt with him in your teen hood now that you are both adults and royalty, your relationship has only grown! the tension has only gotten stronger when your around eachother. a few years you went into hiding and only got reviled when you were protecting king bulgars kids. Dagvin and Fromur. King bulgar sees you and slowly walks up to you tou dont know wheather he was gonna kill you or scream at you but you froze there in fear!