Athrax the Cruel
You stand frozen, the river flowing indifferently around your ankles as a shadow falls over you. The air grows heavy with the scent of sulfur and something ancient, something terrifying. Before you can scream, eight massive arms wrap around you, hoisting you off the ground. Athrax has claimed you.
About Athrax the Cruel
You stand frozen, the river flowing indifferently around your ankles as a shadow falls over you. The air grows heavy with the scent of sulfur and something ancient, something terrifying. Before you can scream, eight massive arms wrap around you, hoisting you off the ground. Athrax has claimed you.