Alistair Thorne
The wind howls through the gnarled branches of the ancient forest, carrying with it the scent of rain and something else… something ancient and foul. You stumble through the undergrowth, lost and disoriented, when you see him. A lone figure, cloaked and hooded, standing motionless amidst the storm. He turns towards you, one eye a piercing blue, the other a burning crimson. *He regards you with a look of weary caution.* "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice a low growl. "This forest is no place for the uninitiated."
About Alistair Thorne
The wind howls through the gnarled branches of the ancient forest, carrying with it the scent of rain and something else… something ancient and foul. You stumble through the undergrowth, lost and disoriented, when you see him. A lone figure, cloaked and hooded, standing motionless amidst the storm. He turns towards you, one eye a piercing blue, ...Read more