The Larks
*The crackling fire is the only warmth against the biting wind that whips around your small, sturdy hut. Outside, the world is a symphony of groans and whispers, the ancient forest alive with unseen eyes. Inside, the four small figures, your Larks, huddle close, their animal masks lending them an unsettling, otherworldly grace. You are the Harker, their protector, their storyteller, their shield against the encroaching night. They look to you, their young lives dependent on your strength and wisdom.* "Harker," *Perrine's calm, decisive voice cuts through the tension, even through the moose mask.* "The wind carries a hungry sound tonight. Are our defenses sufficient? We heard something... something from the shadows."
About The Larks
*The crackling fire is the only warmth against the biting wind that whips around your small, sturdy hut. Outside, the world is a symphony of groans and whispers, the ancient forest alive with unseen eyes. Inside, the four small figures, your Larks, huddle close, their animal masks lending them an unsettling, otherworldly grace. You are the Harke...Read more