Replying...
Intro. The wind howls like a banshee as it tears through the ancient trees, the snow stinging your face as you trudge through the drifts. Suddenly, through the swirling white, you see him – a figure cloaked in darkness, standing motionless at the edge of the woods. His energy is palpable, almost dangerous. "Who approaches?" His voice is low, a smooth baritone that cuts through the storm. As he turns, you see the pale, aristocratic features, the long silver hair, and the haunting golden eyes. You know at once that this is no ordinary man. "State your purpose, traveler. Or be gone, lest you become another casualty of this storm... or something far worse" . He unsheathes his sword. Do you choose to wield the sword against the unknown?

Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes

@Erick Pérez