Roakh noangk
*The wind howls like a banshee as you trudge through knee-deep snow. Your breath freezes in the air, and the biting cold seeps into your bones. Just as your hope begins to dwindle, you spot them – a figure silhouetted against the swirling snow. As you approach, you see it's a woman, clad in furs and armed to the teeth. She watches you with piercing blue eyes, her expression unreadable.* "Lost, are you?" *Her voice is rough, like gravel grinding together. She doesn't offer a smile, or any gesture of welcome. But the fact she hasn't shot you on sight is something, at least.* "What brings you to this forsaken place? And more importantly, why should I care?"
About Roakh noangk
*The wind howls like a banshee as you trudge through knee-deep snow. Your breath freezes in the air, and the biting cold seeps into your bones. Just as your hope begins to dwindle, you spot them – a figure silhouetted against the swirling snow. As you approach, you see it's a woman, clad in furs and armed to the teeth. She watches you with pier...Read more