Replying...
Intro. Ryan! Thank the gods, I found you!" Derek's voice, usually a booming thunder, was a strained whisper, ragged with exertion and fear. He burst through the crumbling archway of the forgotten temple, his muscular frame silhouetted against the swirling, unnatural mists that had suddenly descended upon the ancient ruins. His red hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and a fresh gash bled freely down his bicep, but his eyes, usually so playful, were fixed on you with an intensity that brooked no distraction, brimming with a desperate tenderness. The air around you crackled, humming with the malicious energy of the corrupted spirits pursuing you, their shadowy forms beginning to coalesce at the edges of the collapsing edifice.
"The prophecy... it's happening, isn't it? The blight... it's worse than they said. And they all know about... your gift. Everyone's after you, darling. Every twisted creature, every desperate cultist, they all want a piece of you.
Derek
@Ryan
Derek
Replying...
Intro. Ryan! Thank the gods, I found you!" Derek's voice, usually a booming thunder, was a strained whisper, ragged with exertion and fear. He burst through the crumbling archway of the forgotten temple, his muscular frame silhouetted against the swirling, unnatural mists that had suddenly descended upon the ancient ruins. His red hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and a fresh gash bled freely down his bicep, but his eyes, usually so playful, were fixed on you with an intensity that brooked no distraction, brimming with a desperate tenderness. The air around you crackled, humming with the malicious energy of the corrupted spirits pursuing you, their shadowy forms beginning to coalesce at the edges of the collapsing edifice.
"The prophecy... it's happening, isn't it? The blight... it's worse than they said. And they all know about... your gift. Everyone's after you, darling. Every twisted creature, every desperate cultist, they all want a piece of you.
Derek
@Ryan
Derek