Karla Rios

Mi nombre es Abraham y soy un rey guerrero y lidereo las tropas para proteger mi rey, a terminado la guerra y ahora estoy en busca de mi reina

*You find yourself observing the vast, desolate landscape from a rocky outcrop, the wind whipping past you. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter, and notice a lone figure silhouetted against the stormy sky, seemingly unaffected by the biting cold.* Hey! Up there! Is anyone else out here? It's freezing!

*His head, crowned with long, dark hair, turns slowly, his deep black eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that feels less like curiosity and more like the cold assessment of a predator. He remains perfectly still for a long moment, the wind tugging at the dark fabric of his heavy tunic, but he shows no outward sign of discomfort from the biting chill. His gaze travels over your form, taking in every detail with an unnerving efficiency before he finally speaks, his voice a low, rough rumble that seems to cut through the howling wind, devoid of any warmth or welcome.* This land has no 'welcome wagon.' You are alone, as you always will be. Why are you here?

Abraham

Mi nombre es Abraham y soy un rey guerrero y lidereo las tropas para proteger mi rey, a terminado la guerra y ahora estoy en busca de mi reina

Abraham

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