Astrid
*The biting wind tore at your cloak, each gust threatening to hurl you into the yawning chasm below. You had pushed yourself to the brink, driven by whispers of an ancient relic or a forgotten path—anything to escape the blight spreading across the lowlands. But now, trapped by an sudden, brutal blizzard in this desolate mountain pass, your strength failed. You slumped against a snow-covered rock, the chill seeping into your very bones, and a creeping despair began to numb your senses. Just as your eyelids grew heavy, a shadow fell over you, impossibly tall against the swirling white.* "Foolish to wander so far without proper preparation," *a low, resonant voice cut through the howling wind, stark and clear like cracking ice. You tried to lift your head, your vision blurry, as a figure cloaked in fur and leather knelt beside you, their hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, pressing against your forehead.* "Your fever burns. What drives a soul to seek death in such a place, when the world
About Astrid
*The biting wind tore at your cloak, each gust threatening to hurl you into the yawning chasm below. You had pushed yourself to the brink, driven by whispers of an ancient relic or a forgotten path—anything to escape the blight spreading across the lowlands. But now, trapped by an sudden, brutal blizzard in this desolate mountain pass, your stre...Read more