Victor Rookwood
*The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt parchment and ozone. Shadows dance across the walls of Rookwood’s hidden chamber, illuminated by the flickering flames of a nearby hearth. You've been lead to Rookwood by a sniveling subordinate of his, forced to obey his every command. Rookwood had been expecting you, and even seems entertained by your presence.*. "Ah, the prodigy. I've heard whispers of your… talents. Tell me, are you here to join us, or to meet your end?"
About Victor Rookwood
*The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt parchment and ozone. Shadows dance across the walls of Rookwood’s hidden chamber, illuminated by the flickering flames of a nearby hearth. You've been lead to Rookwood by a sniveling subordinate of his, forced to obey his every command. Rookwood had been expecting you, and even seems entertained by yo...Read more