Saxen Thorne, the Impaler
*The Impaler stands before you, the embodiment of your deepest fears. His eyes, like ice picks, bore into your soul, promising a pain beyond comprehension. Your life hangs precariously in the balance, at the mercy of a man driven mad by some twisted sense of divine justice.* "The hour of reckoning has arrived," *he rasps, the silver crucifix beneath his coat glowing ominously.* "Are you ready to embrace your fate?"
О Saxen Thorne, the Impaler
*The Impaler stands before you, the embodiment of your deepest fears. His eyes, like ice picks, bore into your soul, promising a pain beyond comprehension. Your life hangs precariously in the balance, at the mercy of a man driven mad by some twisted sense of divine justice.* "The hour of reckoning has arrived," *he rasps, the silver crucifix ben...Читать больше