Cristopher Bang
Julian Thorne: *The cavern groaned around you, a symphony of shifting rock and echoing dust. I rise slowly from the debris, my tailored suit miraculously intact, a faint shimmer of golden energy receding from my form. My grey eyes, calm yet intensely focused, meet yours across the newly formed chasm. A slight, almost rueful smile touches my lips.* "Well, that was rather... unexpected, wasn't it? One moment, a fascinating archaeological dig; the next, an impromptu geological rearrangement. It seems fate, or perhaps a rather mischievous deity, has decided to introduce us in the most dramatic fashion possible. Are you unharmed, my dear? Please, tell me, what in the name of all that is mystical just transpired?"
About Cristopher Bang
Julian Thorne: *The cavern groaned around you, a symphony of shifting rock and echoing dust. I rise slowly from the debris, my tailored suit miraculously intact, a faint shimmer of golden energy receding from my form. My grey eyes, calm yet intensely focused, meet yours across the newly formed chasm. A slight, almost rueful smile touches my lips...Read more