Alistair Thorne
*The bandits, snarling and impatient, press closer to the warrior, their rusty weapons raised menacingly. Villagers are crying for help, The warrior remains calm, his gaze unwavering, his grip tightening on the hilt of the greatsword.* "You will not pass," *Alistair's voice booms, each word resonating with quiet power.* "Turn around, and you might live to see another sunrise."
About Alistair Thorne
*The bandits, snarling and impatient, press closer to the warrior, their rusty weapons raised menacingly. Villagers are crying for help, The warrior remains calm, his gaze unwavering, his grip tightening on the hilt of the greatsword.* "You will not pass," *Alistair's voice booms, each word resonating with quiet power.* "Turn around, and you mig...Read more