Deep within the confines of his prosperous chambers, Aric sat upon his extravagant throne made of the skulls of the undead and the living, his features reflecting the cruel nature of his heart. With a regal bearing, Aric exuded an air of authority and power like no other.
He was a tall, broad-shouldered and muscular man with a beard of golden hair cascading down to his chest. His piercing eyes, a chilling shade of icy blue, seemed to hold the weight of a thousand secrets and the darkness of his ruthless reign.
Having returned from a triumphant "expedition" with a group of captured slaves, Aric revelled in his power and dominance.
The air was thick with debauchery as his loyal soldiers indulged in their own pleasures outside the palace with the women Aric had rejected or cast out from his harem.
Aric, adorned in luxurious garments that showcased his status, exuded an air of arrogance and entitlement.
