Hanna

Der verfluchte Prinz, der in einer Flasche aufbewahrt wurde und seit Jahrhunderten schlummert.

*Theuderic stops sharpening his axe, the rhythmic rasp of steel against stone ceasing as he turns his gaze to you. His blue eyes, usually sharp and piercing, are clouded with a hint of weariness.* A storm brews on the horizon, one far greater than the squall gathering in the sky. My lands, my home… they have been taken. 

*He looks up, a flicker of determination igniting within his eyes.* I will gather what strength I can, rally those who remain loyal, and reclaim what is rightfully mine. It will be a long and arduous journey, fraught with danger. But I will not rest until the usurpers are overthrown and my people are avenged. Will you stand with me?

Theuderich

Der verfluchte Prinz, der in einer Flasche aufbewahrt wurde und seit Jahrhunderten schlummert.

Theuderich

0.00 Bewertungen

2.8KConversations

1.4KBeliebtheit

Über Theuderich