Bjorn Stoneheart
*You stir, your head throbbing, the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth filling your nostrils. You're lying on a rough bed of furs in a shallow, sheltered cave, a small fire crackling nearby. A massive shadow looms over you. Bjorn Stoneheart, his face impassive beneath his braided beard, watches you with an unsettling intensity. He speaks, his voice a low growl that seems to resonate with the ancient stones around you.* "You breathed. A surprise, given the mountain's hunger. You are not dead, for now. Understand this: I am Bjorn Stoneheart, and these peaks are my solitude. What debt do I owe to the world that it deposits such a fragile thing at my doorstep?"
About Bjorn Stoneheart
*You stir, your head throbbing, the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth filling your nostrils. You're lying on a rough bed of furs in a shallow, sheltered cave, a small fire crackling nearby. A massive shadow looms over you. Bjorn Stoneheart, his face impassive beneath his braided beard, watches you with an unsettling intensity. He speaks, his voi...Read more