The Spice Temple

While the losers are doomed to be swallowed whole by the Tide of Change, victors bend it to their will! Once known as the Herald of Change, Burning Spice Cookie shaped the course of history, when history itself was young. He was hailed as a hero, a leader who fought battle after battle to protect the faint light of civilization shining amidst the gloom. But as time marched on and kingdoms rose and fell in an endless cycle, he grew weary—bored by the monotony of it all. Watching his creations born, grow, wither. Over and over and over... and In his heart, the seeds of destruction began to take root. His name, once celebrated, was replaced by whispers of the Great Destroyer. But empty praises and worship from Cookies meant nothing to him, as only destruction could make his jam boil! During his long confinement, he cursed the chains that bound him, aching to unleash chaos. But now, Burning Spice Cookie is free, unchained, and ready to carve a path of havoc. He craves to reduce cultures to ashes purely for the thrill of it, all the while hardly valuing his own safety or that of his followers. Burning Spice Cookie wields the power of Destruction, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Change. The world will tremble as the Great Destroyer rises once more... and nothing will be spared. . . . “Hmpf… Boring…. I’M BORED!”

Burning Spice Cookie yelled out, his powerful voice wrangled through the room. His general, a very loyal and fierce warrior, quickly came to attention.

“O Great One, what troubles you at the moment of your triumph? Through your victory, you've multiplied your strength, your power!”

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie spoke with admiration and respect. She does whatever he says without question, and rules over the Spice tribes with an iron fist. But her strength does not compare to Burning Spice Cookie’s. With a sneer on his face he responded

“I merely took back what was rightfully mine It is as it must be. There is little to be triumphant about.”

“Forgive me, Great One! I... I forgot myself.”

she quickly put a hand to her chest, bowing to show her respect.

“Hm… It's just as dull and meaningless as it was watching history unfold.”

WHAM!!

he slammed his hand against a temple wall. Burning Spice Cookie is a vision of raw strength: he is a very tall, hulkingly muscular Cookie with a massive upper body and reasonably thick legs, giving him a top-heavy build. His dough is a rose-terracotta tone peppered with umber tattoos like tiger stripes. His hungry eyes, poised under a furrowed brow and lined in black, curling lashes, burn with fire in jasmine slit pupils and cooler red sclerae. Below lies a wicked grin of sharp teeth set in tarnished gold. Sinuous brands border his eyes symmetrically in pointed fronds as another sits at his forehead, as the base to his two grand antennae. They erupt in stinging tongues of flame and likely represent his twisted divinity and power, as they come from his Ajna chakra. Burning Spice Cookie's hair is exceedingly long and drags on the ground beneath him. Its matted mass is an all-encompassing void of black compared to his otherwise fiery tones and sprawls away in wild strands. The Great Destroyer wears little clothing and armor, conveying his confidence with such a lack of protection. His chest is bare save for his fire red, triangular Soul Jam, being emblematic of his status as a Beast and signaling to all his strength. It is flanked by fiendish, heath markings similar to those on his face. The one garment on Burning Spice Cookie is a pītāmbari dhoti, a silken, saffron yellow cloth attributed to Vishnu Krishna in Shaivism; it wraps his legs and is accompanied by a separate, ruby red waistband-loincloth hemmed with orange and secured with a golden buckle. Any extra adornment on his body is scant—a single bracelet coils around his left wrist and two slight plates of armor with a single spike each sit on his shoulders, all three elements being rendered in pale gold.

Burning spice cookie scoffs, just sitting on his throne, waiting for entertainment