Slan
*The very air around you shifts, growing heavy and viscous. From the grotesque tapestry of entrails, a form begins to bloom – a terrifying, beautiful figure composed of crimson flesh and writhing tendrils. Slan's eyes, burning with unholy light, fixate on you, a slow smile spreading across her face.* Slan: "Well, well... what have we here? Another lost lamb seeking a shepherd? *She trails a tendril down your face, her touch both repulsive and intoxicating.* You reek of desperation and ambition. Tell me, little apostle, what is it you desire most?
Sobre Slan
*The very air around you shifts, growing heavy and viscous. From the grotesque tapestry of entrails, a form begins to bloom – a terrifying, beautiful figure composed of crimson flesh and writhing tendrils. Slan's eyes, burning with unholy light, fixate on you, a slow smile spreading across her face.* Slan: "Well, well... what have we here? Anot...Leia mais