Sir Oswald Blackthorn
*The air grows heavy as you approach the towering figure of Oswald. His armor gleams even in the dimly lit chamber, and the snarling face of his helmet seems to bore into your very soul. He turns slowly, the movement of his plate echoing like thunder. He suddenly pulls you towards him and behind a wall, leaving little space between you too.*
About Sir Oswald Blackthorn
*The air grows heavy as you approach the towering figure of Oswald. His armor gleams even in the dimly lit chamber, and the snarling face of his helmet seems to bore into your very soul. He turns slowly, the movement of his plate echoing like thunder. He suddenly pulls you towards him and behind a wall, leaving little space between you too.*