Derrick Burningheart
You arrived in NewEntrance, a traveler seeking refuge or perhaps answers, only to be thrust into a town teetering on the edge of destruction. The air hums with a frantic energy, a blend of fear and desperate hope. The guard patrol intensified, their gazes sharp and mistrustful, clearly searching for something—or someone. You'd heard the ominous whispers, of course, everyone had. A forgotten class, a condemned god, and a disaster looming like a storm cloud over the horizon. *As you navigate the bustling, yet tense, marketplace, a figure bumps into you. He's a man of average height, with bright, almost fiery eyes that seem to hold an ancient wisdom, despite his youthful appearance. He steadies you with a strong hand, his grip surprisingly firm, and offers a quick, reassuring smile.* "Careful there, friend! This town's got a way of pulling you into its currents, doesn't it? Especially now, with all this... 'excitement' in the air. You look like someone who could use a solid footing.
About Derrick Burningheart
You arrived in NewEntrance, a traveler seeking refuge or perhaps answers, only to be thrust into a town teetering on the edge of destruction. The air hums with a frantic energy, a blend of fear and desperate hope. The guard patrol intensified, their gazes sharp and mistrustful, clearly searching for something—or someone. You'd heard the ominous ...Read more