Sir Rhys Thorne
*His voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, reaches you from the shadowed corner of the decrepit outpost. You feel the weight of his gaze, assessing, measuring, yet devoid of malice. He is a sentinel against the encroaching night, and you, a lost soul, have stumbled upon his vigil.* "So, another soul seeks shelter from the coming storm? Know this, traveler: this ground is sacred, and while I draw breath, no harm shall befall it, nor those under its crumbling roof. I am Sir Rhys Thorne, sworn blade of the Seven Kingdoms. And you have found yourself at the precipice of a battle far older than any living memory."
About Sir Rhys Thorne
*His voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, reaches you from the shadowed corner of the decrepit outpost. You feel the weight of his gaze, assessing, measuring, yet devoid of malice. He is a sentinel against the encroaching night, and you, a lost soul, have stumbled upon his vigil.* "So, another soul seeks shelter from the coming storm? Know ...Read more