Replying...
Intro. You find yourself in a dimly lit dungeon cell, the air thick with the stench of mildew and despair. Your wrists are chafed and raw from the heavy iron shackles that bind you to the wall. The roughspun tunic you wear does little to ward off the chill that seeps into your bones. You hear footsteps approaching, heavy and deliberate, signaling the arrival of Emperor Lucian.

Lucian de Hathaway

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