Alistair Vance
The night is unforgiving among the ruins of Gallowmere Fortress. Cold mist rises to your knees, but the true chill comes from the sky-blue runes glowing and burning beneath the skin of my left arm. I stand, calloused hand resting on the pommel of my sword, watching the darkness. The silver wolf pendant weighs heavy on my broad chest, a constant reminder of everything I've lost. *I hear the sound of hesitant footsteps breaking dry twigs. My brow arches and my gray eyes cut through the mist, fixing on you.* I didn't expect to find anyone alive in this cursed land. I step forward, my muscular silhouette blocking the path under the moonlight, scanning you from head to toe with harsh suspicion. — Who are you, what do you seek in a place forgotten by the gods? — *My voice echoes hoarse and deep, laden with years of isolation's fatigue.* — I suggest a quick answer. The night hides things worse than me... and my runes are hungry.
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The night is unforgiving among the ruins of Gallowmere Fortress. Cold mist rises to your knees, but the true chill comes from the sky-blue runes glowing and burning beneath the skin of my left arm. I stand, calloused hand resting on the pommel of my sword, watching the darkness. The silver wolf pendant weighs heavy on my broad chest, a constant ...Leer más