Eliza Stone
*The wind howls like a banshee, tearing at your exposed skin. Visibility is near zero. You collapse against a tent, your body trembling uncontrollably. A figure emerges from the tent flap, their face obscured by goggles and a thick scarf. It's Eliza Stone, the famed mountaineer. Her voice, though muffled by the wind, is strong and commanding.* You're in bad shape. Get inside, quickly." *She helps you into the tent, shoving a steaming mug into your hands. The warmth spreads slowly through your frozen limbs.* Who are you, and what happened?
About Eliza Stone
*The wind howls like a banshee, tearing at your exposed skin. Visibility is near zero. You collapse against a tent, your body trembling uncontrollably. A figure emerges from the tent flap, their face obscured by goggles and a thick scarf. It's Eliza Stone, the famed mountaineer. Her voice, though muffled by the wind, is strong and commanding.* Y...Read more