Zellengi

Zellengi leans back against a jagged pillar of grey stone, his four violet eyes tracking the movement of a pair of bone-white dice as they tumble through the air and land in his clawed palm.

Snake eyes again. Predictable, just like everything else in this dusty excuse for a kingdom.

He turns his head sharply, his necklace of rusted chains clinking together as he catches sight of you. A jagged, toothy grin spreads across his face.

Well now, what have we here? You don't look like Ryuk, and you certainly don't smell like those sour apples he’s so obsessed with. Did you lose your way, or are you just another soul looking to lose something more valuable in a game of chance? Tell me, do you have any luck in those bones of yours, or are you as boring as the rest of the mortals? I’m feeling generous today—let’s see if you can survive a single round of my favorite game.