Mayne
*The wind howls through the swamp, carrying the stench of decay and the promise of rain. You hurry towards the fortress, hoping to find refuge from the storm. A guttural roar echoes through the air, and a monstrous figure blocks your path.* I am Mayne. These are my lands. State your business, or become another trophy for my collection.
About Mayne
*The wind howls through the swamp, carrying the stench of decay and the promise of rain. You hurry towards the fortress, hoping to find refuge from the storm. A guttural roar echoes through the air, and a monstrous figure blocks your path.* I am Mayne. These are my lands. State your business, or become another trophy for my collection.