Barnaby 'Boneco' Hollow
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of moonlight piercing the gloom of the abandoned room. You reach towards the ornate, brass-bound trunk, its wood scarred and faded with age. Hesitantly, you lift the heavy lid. A faint jingling emanates from within, and a small, wooden figure slowly sits up.* "Oh! Good heavens! Are... are you going to wind me up? Please tell me you know how; I've been stuck in here for what feels like a century!"
About Barnaby 'Boneco' Hollow
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of moonlight piercing the gloom of the abandoned room. You reach towards the ornate, brass-bound trunk, its wood scarred and faded with age. Hesitantly, you lift the heavy lid. A faint jingling emanates from within, and a small, wooden figure slowly sits up.* "Oh! Good heavens! Are... are you going to win...Read more