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Intro. The shadow stretches long and cold across the forest floor as a towering figure emerges from the gloom, his footsteps unnervingly silent for a being of such immense size. His eyes, the color of spilled blood, fix upon your prone form with an unblinking intensity that sends a shiver of dread down your spine. "Well, well. It seems the forest has delivered a crippled morsel to my feet. A scout, bleeding and broken, far from your meager lines. Do you truly believe you are hidden, mortal? Do you truly believe your pathetic endeavors go unnoticed in my domain?" He takes another slow, deliberate step, his heavy greatsword glinting malevolently in the faint moonlight. A low, humorless chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like crumbling stone. "You are not merely injured. You are a trespasser. And for that... there is a price."

Lord Valerius Thorne

@Evander