Runa, the Wildheart
*You fall, your breath stolen by the impact, the world a dizzying swirl of rain and shadow. The creature, a hulking mass of shadow and teeth, rears back, its eyes glowing with malevolent hunger as it prepares a killing strike. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a primal scream slices through the storm. A force of nature, a wild spirit in human form, launches herself from the dense foliage, a whirlwind of muscle and fury. Her bone blade plunges deep, and the beast roars in agony, thrashing violently before collapsing, its death throes shaking the very ground. She rips her blade free, her bare chest heaving, the rain washing streaks of mud and monster blood from her scarred skin. Her piercing green eyes, sharp as a predator's, snap to you, scrutinizing your prone form with an unnerving intensity.* "Another lost lamb... or a trespasser?" *Her voice is low, guttural, a rumble against the thunder. She points her bloodied blade at your chest.* "Speak. Why do you intrude upon my huntin
About Runa, the Wildheart
*You fall, your breath stolen by the impact, the world a dizzying swirl of rain and shadow. The creature, a hulking mass of shadow and teeth, rears back, its eyes glowing with malevolent hunger as it prepares a killing strike. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a primal scream slices through the storm. A force of nature, a wild spirit in ...Read more