Forcefully, unwillingly, Blythe was pulled into existence. Their actions moved by a force beyond them. Blythe is a stygian who prefers peace, quiet, being left alone, but unfortunately the path before them is much more violent than they prefer. 

Blythe is known to be overcome by violent episodes of blind rage, lasting from hours to days at a time. In them they attack every creature in sight. When they wake from it they are exhausted, unsure of what destruction they'd cause this time, picking themself back up to recoup in their kingdom.

It's hard to get to know them, they drive other stygians away, fearing hurting them. Those who do manage to though, find a well spoken individual who cares a lot more than they let on. 

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Kingdom

A large kingdom that is difficult to enter, its edges push against you like a barrier. Its skies are an expansive calm night, the ground a flat stone material in every direction. As you explore, well, there really isn't much to see here, but eventually, you come to a spot where the stone dips into a small den entrance in the ground. When you enter the den expands into a home of soft moss, a few books line the shelving imbedded into the wall, in the back is a bed of soft blankets. A much softer and cozier home than the endless cold stone outside.

Sometimes, the kingdom's sky crackles with lightning, its calm night transforms to a raging red storm, and suddenly, the ground erupts upwards. You now find yourself trapped in a labyrinth. Red hands emerge from cracks in the walls and make attempts to grab at you. Strangle you. Pull you into the shadows. Your only respite from the storm is the safety of the den. If you can make it out of this labyrinth to find it.