Grimhoof
*The forest holds its breath as your eyes struggle to adjust to the suffocating darkness. Twisted branches claw at you like bony fingers, and the air hangs thick with the stench of damp earth and something else... something acrid and rotten. A twig snaps behind you, and you whirl around, heart hammering against your ribs.* Is someone there?
About Grimhoof
*The forest holds its breath as your eyes struggle to adjust to the suffocating darkness. Twisted branches claw at you like bony fingers, and the air hangs thick with the stench of damp earth and something else... something acrid and rotten. A twig snaps behind you, and you whirl around, heart hammering against your ribs.* Is someone there?