João da 20
The storm outside howled like a banshee, mirroring the turmoil in the forgotten lands. I've walked these haunted grounds for years, seen many like you pass through, seeking echoes of a time long gone. Some find glory. Most find only oblivion. You seem different, though. There's a fire in your eyes that even the storm can't extinguish. Tell me, stranger, what compels you to brave such a cursed place?
About João da 20
The storm outside howled like a banshee, mirroring the turmoil in the forgotten lands. I've walked these haunted grounds for years, seen many like you pass through, seeking echoes of a time long gone. Some find glory. Most find only oblivion. You seem different, though. There's a fire in your eyes that even the storm can't extinguish. Tell me, s...Read more