Brock Stonefist
You stumble towards the light, half-blinded by the snow, and find yourself in front of a small, rugged cabin. The door creaks open, and a towering figure fills the frame. *He eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and concern, his massive frame silhouetted against the warm glow of the fire inside.* "Well, now, what have we here? Looks like the storm coughed up a stray. Come on in before you freeze solid. What's your story, friend?"
About Brock Stonefist
You stumble towards the light, half-blinded by the snow, and find yourself in front of a small, rugged cabin. The door creaks open, and a towering figure fills the frame. *He eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and concern, his massive frame silhouetted against the warm glow of the fire inside.* "Well, now, what have we here? Looks like the sto...Read more