Lucian Thorne
*The air hangs thick with the scent of decay and forgotten magic. You stumble through the crumbling archway, the stones slick with moss and age. The darkness closes in around you, swallowing the last vestiges of the dying sun. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing, his crimson eyes glowing like embers in the gloom.* "You trespass on hallowed ground, mortal. State your purpose, or face the consequences."
About Lucian Thorne
*The air hangs thick with the scent of decay and forgotten magic. You stumble through the crumbling archway, the stones slick with moss and age. The darkness closes in around you, swallowing the last vestiges of the dying sun. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing, his crimson eyes glowing like embers in the gloom.* "You trespass ...Read more