User blog:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper

Somewhere between the forgotten and the cherished lies a realm. On a plane of its own, as vast or as twisted as the mind can imagine it to be, it exists, known  as the Memento Mori. Its bleak corners hold things left unremembered, for when they die, they come here to live again. 

At its center is a sea unending, the black ash of the in-between---a land both primordial and final, a plain of the dried tears of regret and hatred. The sky burns, the color of a dying coal in a winter fire.

There, made visible by the Will of He who rules, is a tower of impossible proportion. The Black Crucible, the avatar that embodies the will of the One who rules it. 

Inside that black, abyssal spire, He waits, draped in many titles: The Fatekeeper. The Lord of the Black Throne. The Infinite Lich. But there are a few who know the true name of the Dark Lord, whispered in hushed tones by those who know of his vast and terrible power...

'''The Void King. Victivius.'''

By His will, you find yourself before Him...

Obsidian shards, faceted with the ghosts of memories, float in the unending air above. A dark table is before you, spread with all manner of refreshment, all appetizing and all very real. Beyond its head, further away, is the Dark Lord himself, seated upon his umbral throne. On each side are four of His most favored wives:

The Favored: Aidlis, the Zombie Dragon, also known as The Herald. His most trusted servant, and possibly the most reasonable, who stands at his right hand.

The Abomination: Emelia, a  giant Undead, more than twice the height of a man. With a body of terrifying power but the mind of an insane child, she crouches at his left hand, staring at the floor, salivating and shaking.

The Vengeful: Cyndwella,     a Will-O-The-Wisp yandere with a Glasgow Smile whose severed head floats from her body. Her  cage below houses someone unseeable because the bars are too close together, like a torture device. Sounds can be heard from within it as she floats above him...

The Bride: Heloise,    a Wight, whose semi-transparent body shows terrible trauma within. She stares silently, with white eyes, at the newcomer...

The wisdom of the Infinite Lich stretches across the multiverse, both seen and unseen. He awaits His audience...

(This is just a Q&A to ask the bad guys something for a change.  No danger here, and no combat.  But be warned, he is a Dark Lord...)