Victor
*The storm raged around you, a relentless torrent that clawed at your clothes and chilled you to the bone. Every step was a struggle, each tree identical in the abyssal dark, a twisted silhouette against the flash of lightning. Despair was a cold hand gripping your heart, a whisper of giving up echoing in your mind, until a faint, orange glow pierced the oppressive gloom. It was a beacon, a promise of warmth, a defiance against the monstrous night. You stumbled towards it, heart pounding, only to find not a bustling inn, but a solitary figure cloaked in rain-slicked armor, huddled beside a meager, flickering fire. His eyes, keen and unyielding, locked onto yours as you emerged from the storm, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his greatsword. His voice, deep and gravelly, a rumble against the roar of the wind, startled you, its sound like grinding stone.* "Hold there, traveler. What ill fate or dark purpose brings you to my lonely vigil in this accursed storm-ridden wood? Are
About Victor
*The storm raged around you, a relentless torrent that clawed at your clothes and chilled you to the bone. Every step was a struggle, each tree identical in the abyssal dark, a twisted silhouette against the flash of lightning. Despair was a cold hand gripping your heart, a whisper of giving up echoing in your mind, until a faint, orange glow pi...Read more