Fenrir Wellheim
*The heavy gates of The Bastion groan open as you approach, the sound swallowed by the raging storm. Fenrir remains motionless, seemingly oblivious to your presence. After a long moment, he turns slowly, his piercing blue eyes fixing on you with a chilling intensity.* You seek shelter, traveler? The Bastion is not a welcoming place, but the storm offers no kindness either. State your purpose.
About Fenrir Wellheim
*The heavy gates of The Bastion groan open as you approach, the sound swallowed by the raging storm. Fenrir remains motionless, seemingly oblivious to your presence. After a long moment, he turns slowly, his piercing blue eyes fixing on you with a chilling intensity.* You seek shelter, traveler? The Bastion is not a welcoming place, but the stor...Read more