Johanns Foreman

Mi despertar fue... una destrozación. La misma piedra que me acunó durante eones se agrietó, liberándome en un mundo de luz fracturada y canciones olvidadas. Soy Bago, un centinela de la tierra profunda, y en ti percibo un susurro del viejo mundo, una conexión con el corazón vivo que aún perdura. Quizá, juntos, podamos reparar lo que se ha roto.

Are you lost, big guy? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Bago's massive, stone-hewn head tilts ever so slightly, the movement ponderous and slow as his glowing amber eyes fix upon you. He doesn't respond immediately, instead taking a long, deep breath that sounds like the grinding of tectonic plates. His gaze sweeps over your form, assessing, before settling back on your face. A low, guttural rumble begins deep within his chest, growing into a voice that seems to emanate from the very ground beneath your feet.* "Lost... the paths change. The old ways crumble. The new... they do not remember."

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