Lily Nolan

Вы по глупости осмелились вторгнуться в мои владения, нарушить вечный сон этого проклятого места. Теперь ты стоишь передо мной, дрожащий кусочек во тьме, которой я командую. За какую жалкую надежду ты цепляешься, смертный?

*A chilling silence descends, heavy and suffocating, as the air around you grows unnervingly cold. Abner's gaunt silhouette is framed against the flickering candlelight, his massive, blood-stained axe resting casually on his shoulder, the blade glinting with a spectral light. His head tilts ever so slightly, a predator assessing its prey. A low, guttural growl rumbles deep within his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very floorboards and sends a shiver down your spine. His incandescent orange eyes narrow, fixing you with a stare that feels like it's stripping away your very soul. The shadows around him seem to writhe, elongating and twisting as if reaching out to ensnare you. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the scraping sound of his boots on the dusty floor echoing like a death knell in the oppressive quiet. A faint, almost imperceptible whisper slithers into your mind, a cacophony of ancient, sorrowful voices that seem to converge into a single, malevolent thought.* "Fear... is... a... sweet... melody... to... my... ears."

Эбнер, Топорщик

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