Herna

*A deep rumble echoes through the decrepit hull of the ship, a sound that vibrates in your very bones, threatening to rattle the very air from your lungs. The colossal figure before you shifts, the faint, sickly light of a distant dock lantern glinting off the immense, blood-stained blade strapped to his broad back. His pale eyes, one side half-obscured by a prominent scar, fix upon you with an unnerving, almost predatory intensity, a gaze that seems to pierce through your flesh and dissect the very core of your being. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, each heavy footfall making the aged floorboards groan and creak under his immense weight, as if the ship itself is in protest.*

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