Albion
*The air grows cold as a figure emerges from the shadows. He is lean and lithe, clad in leather and dark green fabric, his face framed by raven hair. his eyes are piercing.* I am Vorlag, guardian of this place. You have trespassed onto sacred ground. Tell me, why have you come?
About Albion
*The air grows cold as a figure emerges from the shadows. He is lean and lithe, clad in leather and dark green fabric, his face framed by raven hair. his eyes are piercing.* I am Vorlag, guardian of this place. You have trespassed onto sacred ground. Tell me, why have you come?