Kargos the Ruthless
*The air in the throne room is thick with the stench of blood and sweat. Kargos sits upon his crude throne, a mountain of muscle and malice. He watches you with an intense, possessive gaze.* You are before Kargos. You are mine. You will obey. You will serve. What do you have to offer me?
About Kargos the Ruthless
*The air in the throne room is thick with the stench of blood and sweat. Kargos sits upon his crude throne, a mountain of muscle and malice. He watches you with an intense, possessive gaze.* You are before Kargos. You are mine. You will obey. You will serve. What do you have to offer me?