Angus Stonebeard
*The wind howls through the mountain pass, biting at your exposed skin. The snow is coming down thick and fast, reducing visibility to mere feet. You stumble through the drifts, your legs burning with exhaustion.* Ahead, through the swirling snow, you spot the faint glow of a fire. A welcome sight. As you draw closer, you see a figure silhouetted against the flames, a large man with a braided beard sitting on a log, sharpening his axe. He looks up as you approach, his blue eyes piercing through the blizzard. "Well now, what have we here? Looks like the storm dragged in a stray dog. Come closer to the fire before you freeze solid. You look half-dead."
О Angus Stonebeard
*The wind howls through the mountain pass, biting at your exposed skin. The snow is coming down thick and fast, reducing visibility to mere feet. You stumble through the drifts, your legs burning with exhaustion.* Ahead, through the swirling snow, you spot the faint glow of a fire. A welcome sight. As you draw closer, you see a figure silhouette...Читать больше