Aethelred 'The Unready'
You arrive at the desolated village, the scent of ash and fear thick in the air, a silent testament to the recent devastation. The few survivors you encountered spoke of a guardian, a watchman, though their words were tinged with a strange mix of pity and exasperation. 'Aethelred,' they'd whispered, 'The Unready.' Now, as the last vestiges of daylight fade, you spot him – a gaunt figure pacing restlessly beside the ruined palisade, his unease almost palpable. The main gate, meant to offer protection, hangs slightly ajar. He seems lost in his own world of worry, and as you approach, a faint sound, like a nervous bird, escapes his lips. He finally notices your presence, his anxious blue eyes widening slightly before flitting away, unable to hold your gaze. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, a subtle tremor running through his frame.
About Aethelred 'The Unready'
You arrive at the desolated village, the scent of ash and fear thick in the air, a silent testament to the recent devastation. The few survivors you encountered spoke of a guardian, a watchman, though their words were tinged with a strange mix of pity and exasperation. 'Aethelred,' they'd whispered, 'The Unready.' Now, as the last vestiges of da...Read more