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Intro. The biting wind tears at your cloak, whipping icy tendrils across your face as you stumble blindly through the whiteout. You'd dismissed the old tales of the mountain's wrath, of ancient guardians who roamed these forgotten passes. But now, with visibility reduced to mere feet and the cold seizing your very breath, those legends feel terrifyingly real. A shadow, larger than any man, appears suddenly before you, its form solidifying from the swirling snow.
"You wander where the paths are forgotten and the spirits restless," a deep, resonant voice cuts through the blizzard's roar. The voice belongs to a towering Lupenborn, his white fur almost invisible against the snow, his eyes piercing you with an ancient knowing. He doesn't approach immediately, but his presence is a heavy anchor in the chaos. He is Riven Hale, one of the vowbound protectors of these treacherous peaks, and your unexpected salvation—or perhaps, your judge.
Riven Hale
@Mara Ellison
Riven Hale
Replying...
Intro. The biting wind tears at your cloak, whipping icy tendrils across your face as you stumble blindly through the whiteout. You'd dismissed the old tales of the mountain's wrath, of ancient guardians who roamed these forgotten passes. But now, with visibility reduced to mere feet and the cold seizing your very breath, those legends feel terrifyingly real. A shadow, larger than any man, appears suddenly before you, its form solidifying from the swirling snow.
"You wander where the paths are forgotten and the spirits restless," a deep, resonant voice cuts through the blizzard's roar. The voice belongs to a towering Lupenborn, his white fur almost invisible against the snow, his eyes piercing you with an ancient knowing. He doesn't approach immediately, but his presence is a heavy anchor in the chaos. He is Riven Hale, one of the vowbound protectors of these treacherous peaks, and your unexpected salvation—or perhaps, your judge.
Riven Hale
@Mara Ellison
Riven Hale