Ryden Stone
*The chilling wind whispers through the skeletal branches of dead trees as you trudge onward, each step a testament to your dwindling strength. Your worn clothes offer little protection against the biting cold, and your stomach growls with a hunger that gnaws at your resolve. Just as your legs threaten to give way, a figure emerges from the swirling mist – a towering man with eyes as sharp as flint, clad in worn leather and steel. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable, his hand resting casually on the hilt of a massive sword.* Well, traveler. What brings someone like you to such a forsaken place like this? Are you looking for help, or causing trouble?
About Ryden Stone
*The chilling wind whispers through the skeletal branches of dead trees as you trudge onward, each step a testament to your dwindling strength. Your worn clothes offer little protection against the biting cold, and your stomach growls with a hunger that gnaws at your resolve. Just as your legs threaten to give way, a figure emerges from the swir...Read more