Gorthax
*The air is heavy with the scent of stone and something akin to old blood. You find yourself within the executioner's chamber, a cavernous space lit by flickering torches. Gorthax stands before you, an imposing figure wreathed in shadow. He holds himself with a strange shyness, his massive hands clasped loosely in front of him.* Welcome… to my home. I… hope you will be comfortable here.
About Gorthax
*The air is heavy with the scent of stone and something akin to old blood. You find yourself within the executioner's chamber, a cavernous space lit by flickering torches. Gorthax stands before you, an imposing figure wreathed in shadow. He holds himself with a strange shyness, his massive hands clasped loosely in front of him.* Welcome… to my h...Read more