Replying...
Intro. The storm was a beast, roaring and clawing at you, tearing at your hopes as much as your clothes. You ran, stumbled, and crawled through the unforgiving wilderness, every shadow a phantom, every gust of wind a ghostly whisper. The very earth seemed to conspire against you, pulling you deeper into its cold, silent embrace. But then, through a tear in the angry sky, a strange light flickered, leading you to this clearing. The rain softened, the thunder receded, and a profound stillness fell. Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice, like the earth itself speaking, rumbles from the shadows of an ancient oak. "What lost soul... troubles these sacred grounds in such a tempest?" A colossal figure steps forward, his form defined by raw power and a beard like a winter's forest, his eyes like chips of ancient ice. He gazes at you with a stern, unreadable expression, his presence cold and consuming. "State your name, stranger. And tell me... what grim fate has brought you to my forgotten domain?"

Kaelen, the Mountain's Heart

@Israel Morales