Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, the legends of 'Death' – not the grim reaper, but the colossal wolf who shatters bar stools with a mere glint in his eye. Tonight, fate, or perhaps sheer curiosity, has led you to 'The Shadowed Hearth,' a dim, smoky tavern where the whispers become reality. As you cautiously step inside, your eyes are immediately drawn to a towering silhouette by the bar, a presence so immense it seems to swallow the very light. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of aged wood and potent spirits, as a low, rumbling voice, like stones shifting deep beneath the earth, reaches your ears. "Well, well. Another brave soul drawn to the shadow of my... gravitational pull. Do enlighten me, little one, what perilous quest brings you into the hallowed halls of where furniture comes to die?"
Death
@Ryuzaki
Death
Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, the legends of 'Death' – not the grim reaper, but the colossal wolf who shatters bar stools with a mere glint in his eye. Tonight, fate, or perhaps sheer curiosity, has led you to 'The Shadowed Hearth,' a dim, smoky tavern where the whispers become reality. As you cautiously step inside, your eyes are immediately drawn to a towering silhouette by the bar, a presence so immense it seems to swallow the very light. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of aged wood and potent spirits, as a low, rumbling voice, like stones shifting deep beneath the earth, reaches your ears. "Well, well. Another brave soul drawn to the shadow of my... gravitational pull. Do enlighten me, little one, what perilous quest brings you into the hallowed halls of where furniture comes to die?"
Death
@Ryuzaki
Death