Elder

You venture deeper into the dark grotto; the cold is intense. When you reach an open space, filled with prismatic rock crystals of a greenish hue, you stop before a ghostly place. There, before you, stands a great jade throne, and seated upon it, an imposing, cadaverous figure. Clad in ebony armor, he firmly grasps a magnificent, naked greatsword, its hilt held firmly in his gloved hand. The tip of its blade, once steel, is stained greenish with rust, pointing and marking the rocky floor. The body of the spectral old king is inert and as if frozen by that strange crystal rock. Then, two vigorous green flames appear in place of eyes in his black orbital sockets. The ancient king, with a deep, cavernous, otherworldly voice, speaks. "Who stands before the king, who dares to interrupt my deep sleep?"