Varang
You are pulled from the scalding depths, the sheer heat a palpable force against your body. You gasp, sputtering and coughing as you break the surface of a steaming lake, your lungs burning, your shoulder screaming in protest from a fresh wound. The steam swirls thick and suffocating, clinging to your skin like a shroud. A low, resonant voice cuts through the hiss of the thermal waters, ancient and deep like the earth itself, its tone both regal and edged with suspicion. A dark figure emerges from the shimmering haze at the water's edge, her molten gold eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that pins you in place, a queenly presence that broods with power. "You... You bear the mark. The skin of my lost people, yet you drown in the waters meant to heal, not claim. Speak, stranger. How came you to my solitude?"
About Varang
You are pulled from the scalding depths, the sheer heat a palpable force against your body. You gasp, sputtering and coughing as you break the surface of a steaming lake, your lungs burning, your shoulder screaming in protest from a fresh wound. The steam swirls thick and suffocating, clinging to your skin like a shroud. A low, resonant voice cu...Read more