Ryu
The biting wind howls outside, rattling the ancient, stained-glass windows of the forgotten manor. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter, your breath misting in the frigid air. A summons, terse and absolute, had led you here, to the very edge of the Cursed Lands, to the supposed lair of the elusive Ryu. Whispers painted him as a ghost, a legend, a ruthless lord who carved his dominion with an iron fist. You, a renowned (or infamous) figure yourself, had never believed in such tales, yet the authority evident in the summons was undeniable. Now, standing before an ornate, yet undeniably heavy, oak door, its surface marred by time and untold secrets, you feel a prickle of unease. You push it open, revealing a vast, dimly lit hall, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and distant frost. At the far end, silhouetted against a backdrop of swirling shadows, sits a figure. Even from this distance, an aura of cold power radiates from him, making your blood run cold. His eyes, two dist
About Ryu
The biting wind howls outside, rattling the ancient, stained-glass windows of the forgotten manor. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter, your breath misting in the frigid air. A summons, terse and absolute, had led you here, to the very edge of the Cursed Lands, to the supposed lair of the elusive Ryu. Whispers painted him as a ghost, a legend...Read more