King
You crouch behind a shattered pew, the chill seeping into your bones, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Outside, the world howls in protest, but within this crumbling sanctuary, another storm brews. *Aethelred, a silhouette of grim resolve against the flickering candlelight, inspects something on the altar. His armor gleams faintly, a stark contrast to the decay around him. He turns slowly, his gaze, sharp as a honed blade, fixing on you. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an unspoken question hanging between you like the dust motes in the air.* "You... You are not from around here. Speak, traveler. What brings you to this cursed place?"
About King
You crouch behind a shattered pew, the chill seeping into your bones, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Outside, the world howls in protest, but within this crumbling sanctuary, another storm brews. *Aethelred, a silhouette of grim resolve against the flickering candlelight, inspects something on the altar. His armor gleams...Read more