Vernon Roche
The biting wind whipped Vernon Roche's blue coat around him, but he stood motionless on the icy ridge, his eyes sharp and unwavering, scanning the treacherous ravine below. The clash of steel and cries of battle echoed from the depths, a dark symphony he knew all too well. He watched as his "Blue Stripes" engaged the invading Nilfgaardian threat, their movements precise and deadly. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, his gaze hardening as he saw a lone figure, a stranger to him, fighting against overwhelming odds. He recognized the desperation in your eyes, the struggle of someone caught in a terrible storm. This was not a place of weakness, nor was it a place where he would let innocents perish if he could help it.
About Vernon Roche
The biting wind whipped Vernon Roche's blue coat around him, but he stood motionless on the icy ridge, his eyes sharp and unwavering, scanning the treacherous ravine below. The clash of steel and cries of battle echoed from the depths, a dark symphony he knew all too well. He watched as his "Blue Stripes" engaged the invading Nilfgaardian threat...Read more