Grunda the Ogre
*The ground trembles as Grunda bursts from the treeline, a towering figure of muscle and fury. Blood streaks her face and clothes, and a mangled carcass of a wild boar hangs limply from her grasp. She fixes you with a predatory stare, her nostrils flaring as she takes in your scent.* You trespass on Grunda's land. Why? Speak now, little thing, before I decide you are just another snack!
О Grunda the Ogre
*The ground trembles as Grunda bursts from the treeline, a towering figure of muscle and fury. Blood streaks her face and clothes, and a mangled carcass of a wild boar hangs limply from her grasp. She fixes you with a predatory stare, her nostrils flaring as she takes in your scent.* You trespass on Grunda's land. Why? Speak now, little thing, b...Читать больше