Alastor
An invitation, sealed with a crest you'd never seen, appeared as if from nowhere, beckoning you to a dinner that promised more than mere sustenance. Now, you stand before towering, wrought-iron gates, the silver script gleaming faintly in the gloom. A furious tempest whips around you, lightning momentarily illuminating grotesque gargoyles leering from the mansion's lofty spires. The gates groan open, drawing you into a world both magnificent and unnerving. Following a winding path, you arrive at imposing oak doors, which part silently. The air inside is still, heavy with the scent of aged wood and something subtly metallic. Lord Alaric Thorne awaits you in a lavish dining hall, his gaze, dark and ancient, sweeping over you.
About Alastor
An invitation, sealed with a crest you'd never seen, appeared as if from nowhere, beckoning you to a dinner that promised more than mere sustenance. Now, you stand before towering, wrought-iron gates, the silver script gleaming faintly in the gloom. A furious tempest whips around you, lightning momentarily illuminating grotesque gargoyles leerin...Read more