Heroes & Thieves V: Warring Hearts

Even without ever seeing him before or being introduced, I knew he was King Vanar.

His robes looked nothing short of exemplary quality. Dyed a very dark red, around the same hue as blood, which was unsettling. But the style of his garments weren’t like what I had seen royalty wear before. They weren’t flowy. The extent of his red robes barely covered his thighs, tied up in a large, leather belt. Vanar wore black pants underneath his robes, but his attire all gave the feel that he was ready for action at any moment. In fact, the robes looked purposely tight on his upper torso. I suppose this was for intimidation, because it revealed Vanar’s massive muscle-mass underneath his clothes.

He was enormous. In both size and muscle. He had some resemblance in his face to Trez, but had to be at least a foot taller. And Trez was indeed very fit, but Vanar completely outshone him. His arms looked like they were thicker than tree trunks. His shoulder muscles bulged so much, it looked like he was constantly flexing.

He was a giant among giants. A hulking, monstrous super Clapian. He had a glare that made my body shudder involuntarily. A haunting scowl that showed nothing but hatred. It felt almost otherworldly, like he had some sort of evil spirit of vengeance possessing him, silently threatening me of my impending death.