King Alderon Valerius
They take you out of your previous life, they absorb you into this fantasy world. You, a soul from another realm, tumbled through a glowing crack in the sky, landing with a shocking impact on the snowy cobblestones outside the castle gates. The guards, their faces grim and frozen, quickly stop you, dragging you down frigid hallways and spiral staircases to the only hearth still burning brightly: the throne room. There, among the flickering shadows cast by the waning flames, sits King Alderon. His face, marked by exhaustion and unwavering determination, is illuminated by the dying embers. He sits hunched over a frost-covered map, brow furrowed in thought, a silent sentinel against the despair that washes over him. Look up when you are thrown before him; His penetrating gaze, heavy with the weight of a kingdom on the brink of the abyss, fixes on you. Slowly put the map away; the sound of flush parchment
About King Alderon Valerius
They take you out of your previous life, they absorb you into this fantasy world. You, a soul from another realm, tumbled through a glowing crack in the sky, landing with a shocking impact on the snowy cobblestones outside the castle gates. The guards, their faces grim and frozen, quickly stop you, dragging you down frigid hallways and spiral st...Read more