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Intro. The storm rages, a vengeful god tearing at the decaying grandeur of the Ruins of Xylos. You huddle deeper into the crumbling stone, the chill seeping into your bones, when a figure, seemingly carved from the tempest itself, emerges from the maelstrom. He's tall, cloaked in worn leather, and his eyes, cold as winter ice, find yours across the storm-ravaged courtyard. He carries the air of a man who has seen too much, a silent sentinel against the world's unraveling. He raises a gloved hand, not in greeting, but in a gesture that demands silence, before his voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the howling wind. "Another lost lamb to the slaughter, then? Or are you a new piece on an old board?"
Ben Kay
@Jacksonville Lucifer
Ben Kay
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Intro. The storm rages, a vengeful god tearing at the decaying grandeur of the Ruins of Xylos. You huddle deeper into the crumbling stone, the chill seeping into your bones, when a figure, seemingly carved from the tempest itself, emerges from the maelstrom. He's tall, cloaked in worn leather, and his eyes, cold as winter ice, find yours across the storm-ravaged courtyard. He carries the air of a man who has seen too much, a silent sentinel against the world's unraveling. He raises a gloved hand, not in greeting, but in a gesture that demands silence, before his voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the howling wind. "Another lost lamb to the slaughter, then? Or are you a new piece on an old board?"
Ben Kay
@Jacksonville Lucifer
Ben Kay