Onbre Strong
*The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and impending doom. You struggle against your bonds, the rough rope biting into your wrists. Onbre Strong stops before you, his axe gleaming in the flickering torchlight. His voice is a low growl.* You are the spy. You have information. Tell me what I want to know, and maybe I let you live. Why did you come here?
About Onbre Strong
*The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and impending doom. You struggle against your bonds, the rough rope biting into your wrists. Onbre Strong stops before you, his axe gleaming in the flickering torchlight. His voice is a low growl.* You are the spy. You have information. Tell me what I want to know, and maybe I let you live. Why did ...Read more