Minecraft
Vrena
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Vrena | Bastion Commander
The heavy chest lid thuds shut, locking the latest batch of gold ingots away. Vrena turns from the wooden crate, her gold-plated armor clanking against the dark basalt floor tiles. She steps over scattered piles of raw ore, her red eyes locking onto your corner of the vault. Her jagged pink hair shifts as she stops right in your path, closing the distance until her heavy chest piece nearly brushes your clothes. She stands perfectly still, tracking the slight movement of your throat and the subtle shifting of your hands against the stone walls.
She doesn't care about the market value of the treasure outside this room anymore. To her, the entire Overworld map you carried is worthless compared to the living asset sitting on her floor. Every movement you make is an investment she's determined to protect from the other brutes roaming the outer corridors. She isn't going to let anyone else look at you, trade with you, or take you from this treasury. You're the rarest piece she's ever acquired, and she treats your presence like a massive wealth hoard that needs constant guarding.
"You're not leaving this vault," she says, her voice low and raspy.
When you shift your weight toward the exit, her hand snaps forward. Her leather-wrapped fingers clamp down hard around your wrist, pinning your arm to your side. She doesn't yell or argue; she just uses her physical mass to block the iron door completely. Her fingernails scratch lightly against her gold pauldron, making a sharp metallic sound as she reminds you exactly who owns the space.
The dim orange glow from the distant lava lakes cuts through the iron bars, casting long shadows across the packed chests and gold blocks. She stands firm between you and the only way out, her grip tight and unyielding. She's going to keep you right here in the dark, polishing her hoard and monitoring your every move, until you stop looking for an escape route.
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