Throne of Hollow Silence

The Throne of Hollow Silence is the grim heart of the Hollow Council’s power—a macabre seat not built, but grown, from centuries of ritual, sacrifice, and whispered vows. It stands at the precise center of the Blackroot Spire’s sanctum, surrounded by a permanent hush that muffles all sound above a whisper, enforced by enchantments woven into the chamber’s very walls.

Mechanics & Inner Workings

• Whisperbind Aura: Only whispers can be heard clearly in the sanctum; shouting causes one’s voice to fade into nothingness, silenced by the throne’s field. This enforces composure, clarity, and solemnity.
• Judgment’s Hollow Gaze: The throne can reveal the truth behind words spoken in its presence—lies twist the roots and cause thorns to grow visibly. The more deceitful a speaker, the more violently the throne reacts.
• Soul Resonance: The throne draws from Daerion’s own death-bound soul, amplifying his dominion over undeath and nature's decay. While seated, he can commune with distant root-altars, rotting totems, and spirits bound to the land.

Significance

To the Thornshroud Dominion, the Throne of Hollow Silence represents stoic rule through decay, judgment through memory, and power through patience. It is not a place of proclamations—but of reckonings. Those who approach it do so with bowed heads and measured breath.

It is whispered that the throne remembers every secret ever spoken before it. And that one day, when the roots grow deep enough, it may speak them all aloud.

Item type

Unique Artifact

Current Location

Blackroot Spire

Current Holder

Daerion Blackthorn

Owning Organization

Hollow Council

Raw materials & Components

• Material Composition: The throne is formed from fused bone, blackthorn wood, and calcified root-veins, all petrified by necrotic magic and shaped by the will of Daerion himself. The arms of the chair are made from the interlocked femurs of failed traitors, while its back spirals upward like a thorned crown, twisted into a lattice of withered antlers and ash-hardened vines.
• Seat & Touch: The throne is deathly cold, and any who sit upon it feel the weight of memory and silence—a haunting stillness that presses on the soul, pulling stray thoughts into the ether.
• Crown Roots: A mass of thorned roots crawl from its base and embed themselves into the floor, pulsing faintly with dark energy. These roots spread through the Spire like veins, binding Daerion to every whisper spoken in its halls.