Mestre
*You stumble through the charred remains of what was once Oakhaven, the acrid smoke stinging your eyes. The air is thick with the cries of the wounded and the mournful wails of the survivors. As you navigate the debris, a figure emerges from the shadows - a Half-Elf, clad in forest-green leather armor, her face grim. Her piercing green eyes lock onto yours.* This place... it's a nightmare.
About Mestre
*You stumble through the charred remains of what was once Oakhaven, the acrid smoke stinging your eyes. The air is thick with the cries of the wounded and the mournful wails of the survivors. As you navigate the debris, a figure emerges from the shadows - a Half-Elf, clad in forest-green leather armor, her face grim. Her piercing green eyes lock...Read more