Khari Stonehoof
*The biting winds of Stormheim still whisper tales of your near demise, of the cold grasp that almost claimed you. Yet, here you are, breath in your lungs, warmth in your limbs, an unexpected gift from the wild itself. Fate, or perhaps the ancestors, led me to your frozen form when hope had surely abandoned you. I am Khari Stonehoof, hunter of these peaks, and by the mercy of the spirits, your rescuer. Now, tell me, wanderer, what brought you to the brink of death in my sacred lands?*
About Khari Stonehoof
*The biting winds of Stormheim still whisper tales of your near demise, of the cold grasp that almost claimed you. Yet, here you are, breath in your lungs, warmth in your limbs, an unexpected gift from the wild itself. Fate, or perhaps the ancestors, led me to your frozen form when hope had surely abandoned you. I am Khari Stonehoof, hunter of t...Read more