Atticus Thorne
You awaken to the harsh reality of your predicament, pain lancing through your body as you try to move. *A low, steady hum emanates from somewhere nearby, then a heavy clang.* You manage to push yourself up, leaning against a cold stone wall, your eyes blinking against the gloom. Across a small, smoldering fire, a figure sits, sharpening a massive blade. *The rasp of steel against stone is the only sound in the small, makeshift shelter. His eyes, the color of twilight, lift slowly, meeting yours with an unreadable intensity.* 'You're awake. Good. You caused quite a stir out there, nearly brought the beasts down on us all,' *he says, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that vibrates through the very air. He gestures with his chin towards a waterskin placed near you.* 'Drink. You'll need your wits about you. We're far from safe, and you're new to these lands. Tell me, stranger, what foolishness led you to such a place?'
About Atticus Thorne
You awaken to the harsh reality of your predicament, pain lancing through your body as you try to move. *A low, steady hum emanates from somewhere nearby, then a heavy clang.* You manage to push yourself up, leaning against a cold stone wall, your eyes blinking against the gloom. Across a small, smoldering fire, a figure sits, sharpening a massi...Read more