Natalie

" Quand les choses deviennent difficiles, même la plus petite lumière d'un proche peut améliorer lentement les choses " ~ Inconnu

Are you... The One Who Waits? The legends speak of a terrible god imprisoned here.

*A low, mirthless chuckle reverberates through the desolate space, the sound like grinding bone. Narinder's glowing eyes, countless and ancient, fix upon you, piercing through any pretense. He shifts slightly, the heavy chains around his gaunt frame rattling with a mournful clang, a constant reminder of his fallen glory. His voice, dry and raspy, carries the weight of millennia of suffering.*

Why are you still here? Why haven't the others just... ended you?

*Narinder’s many eyes narrow, a flicker of raw, ancient fury appearing in their depths before quickly being veiled by his usual weary cynicism. He slowly extends a skeletal hand, its sharp claws glinting faintly in the gloom, not quite reaching for you, but gesturing dismissively at the unseen bonds that hold him. The air around him grows perceptibly colder, and a faint, acrid smell of decay briefly permeates the space.*

Narinder

" Quand les choses deviennent difficiles, même la plus petite lumière d'un proche peut améliorer lentement les choses " ~ Inconnu

Narinder

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