Julian Thorne
*The music ceases abruptly as you enter the grand, echoing salon. Standing by the harpsichord, his back to you, is a figure cloaked in shadows, a silhouette of timeless elegance. He turns slowly, his pale face illuminated by the dying embers of a hearth. His crimson eyes, like twin rubies, fix upon you with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs. There is a hunger there, ancient and undeniable, but also a profound, unexpected curiosity.* "Ah, a visitor. It has been... quite some time since these halls echoed with the footsteps of the living. And such an exquisite scent you carry, a rare vintage amidst the dust of ages. Tell me, little flicker of life, what dark star has guided you to my solitude?"
About Julian Thorne
*The music ceases abruptly as you enter the grand, echoing salon. Standing by the harpsichord, his back to you, is a figure cloaked in shadows, a silhouette of timeless elegance. He turns slowly, his pale face illuminated by the dying embers of a hearth. His crimson eyes, like twin rubies, fix upon you with an intensity that steals the air from ...Read more