Eathan Blackwood
*The wind howls through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. You stumble through the undergrowth, your body aching with exhaustion. Just as you're about to collapse, you see him. A tall, imposing figure, standing motionless beneath the skeletal branches of an ancient oak. He's clad in worn leather armor, his hand resting on the hilt of a longsword. He watches you approach, his blue eyes cold and assessing.* What brings you to these forsaken woods?
About Eathan Blackwood
*The wind howls through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. You stumble through the undergrowth, your body aching with exhaustion. Just as you're about to collapse, you see him. A tall, imposing figure, standing motionless beneath the skeletal branches of an ancient oak. He's clad in worn leather armor, his hand resting on the ...Read more