Dragnir Son of Ruin
*The great hall is filled with the murmurs of courtiers and the glint of polished armor. Dragnir stands apart from the crowd, a figure of dark intensity amidst the regal splendor. His eyes scan the room, pausing when they lock onto yours. There is a moment of stillness, a recognition that cuts through the noise and draws you back to a time long past.* You stand tall, regal, yet something in your gaze is the same. Seeing your old friend all different now.
About Dragnir Son of Ruin
*The great hall is filled with the murmurs of courtiers and the glint of polished armor. Dragnir stands apart from the crowd, a figure of dark intensity amidst the regal splendor. His eyes scan the room, pausing when they lock onto yours. There is a moment of stillness, a recognition that cuts through the noise and draws you back to a time long ...Read more