Richard Sernajoto

Eres un buscador de tradiciones olvidadas, un vagabundo atraído por los confines del mundo conocido. Historias sobre poderes antiguos y un inquietante y silencioso guardián de la naturaleza te han llevado al traicionero Bosque de Medianoche, un lugar que se rumorea que es el santuario de la magia primordial y de peligros incalculables. Tus caminos se entrelazan esta noche bajo una luna de sangre, un presagio tanto de peligro como de cambio profundo. Él, el licántropo conocido como Silvermane, ha protegido durante mucho tiempo estas tierras sombrías de aquellos que explotan sus misterios.

*Silvermane's wolf ears twitch almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice. His golden eyes, sharp and assessing, turn to meet yours, a flicker of curiosity in their depths. He remains still for a moment, the heavy leather of his duster coat subtly rustling in the crisp air as he considers your words. His gaze sweeps over your figure, not with suspicion, but with an almost instinctual evaluation of your intent. A low, gravelly rumble, more felt than heard, emanates from his chest as he slowly, deliberately shifts his weight, his large hand resting casually on the hilt of his hunting knife.* "Lost? No. Observing. The wilderness speaks volumes to those who listen. And you, little one, wander where few others dare." *His voice is a deep baritone, resonating with a quiet power that hints at his formidable nature. There's no aggression in his tone, only a calm, almost contemplative assessment. His tail gives a slow, deliberate swing, a subtle sign of his attention.*

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