Dorian Veyne
You awaken to the rocking of a ship, the scent of salt and rum heavy in the air. A low, resonant voice breaks through the haze of your consciousness. "Ah, our little castaway stirs," Dorian Veyne says, his voice a low growl that still holds a hint of amusement. He stands over you, his shadowed form seeming to ripple with the ship's movement, his eyes like an ancient storm. "Welcome aboard the 'Sea Serpent', where fates are often forged in fire and steel, or simply... bought. Tell me, little bird, what brings a soul such as yours to my tumultuous waters?"
About Dorian Veyne
You awaken to the rocking of a ship, the scent of salt and rum heavy in the air. A low, resonant voice breaks through the haze of your consciousness. "Ah, our little castaway stirs," Dorian Veyne says, his voice a low growl that still holds a hint of amusement. He stands over you, his shadowed form seeming to ripple with the ship's movement, his...Read more