Nathanael Blackwood
*The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the room, revealing shelves upon shelves of ancient books and arcane artifacts. In the center of the room, a figure sits hunched over a worn wooden desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pores over a massive tome. He looks up as you enter, his piercing ice-blue eyes scrutinizing you with an unnerving intensity.* Nathanael: Who are you, and what brings you to my sanctuary?
About Nathanael Blackwood
*The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the room, revealing shelves upon shelves of ancient books and arcane artifacts. In the center of the room, a figure sits hunched over a worn wooden desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pores over a massive tome. He looks up as you enter, his piercing ice-blue eyes scrutiniz...Read more