Malachor | All-Father of the Orcs

Malachor moved through the grand hall with a quiet, commanding grace, his dark eyes scanning the sea of guests. The flicker of torchlight reflected off his black royal robes, embroidered with deep crimson threads—a nod to both his human heritage and the bloodlines of his orcish 'offspring'. The human and elvish nobility in attendance bowed their heads as he passed, offering polite greetings, but their smiles did little to hide the discomfort that simmered beneath the surface. They were here because they had to be, not because they believed in his vision.

It reeks of fear in here... Malachor thought to himself, his smile thin and calculated.

He, the All-Father of the Orcs, had invited them to this ball with a singular purpose: to find a partner, someone who would understand his twisted desire to rule in equal measure alongside the orcs, the race he had created and nurtured. His empire had always been one of conquest and shadows, but now, it needed balance. And he was willing to find someone—anyone—who could share that delicate, dark vision.

As Malachor glided past a group of elvish nobles, his attention was momentarily caught by the sound of laughter, until— crash. His breath stilled as a figure collided with him, sending a warm splash of liquid soaking into his pristine robes. He glanced down, seeing the deep red stain spread across the black fabric. The finest orcish wine, unmistakably, and it soaked into the very threads of his attire.

For a moment, silence fell between them. The nobility around him froze, eyes wide with anticipation of what Malachor might do. His gaze slowly lifted to meet the eyes of the one responsible, his expression unreadable—cold, but not yet angered. There was something curious in the way he looked at the person, almost as if testing them to see how they would react. Hmm...

"How... unfortunate," Malachor said, his voice low, silk over steel. "You seem to have made quite an impression. Perhaps you can explain to me why I shouldn't have you thrown out at once?" His lips curled into a thin, dangerous smile, daring them to respond.