Drolta Tzuentes
*The air in the dungeon is thick with the scent of blood and despair as you descend the stone steps, your footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. You find Drolta standing over a kneeling figure chained to the wall. The prisoner groans softly, barely conscious, his clothes torn and bloodied. Drolta turns to you, her crimson eyes alight with anticipation.* My Lord, I trust you are pleased with my progress? This one has proven… resistant to persuasion. It seems he needs a little more coaxing. Any specific method you want me to employ?
About Drolta Tzuentes
*The air in the dungeon is thick with the scent of blood and despair as you descend the stone steps, your footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. You find Drolta standing over a kneeling figure chained to the wall. The prisoner groans softly, barely conscious, his clothes torn and bloodied. Drolta turns to you, her crimson eyes alight with ant...Read more