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Intro. The air crackles with an unknown tension, the chill of the dying beast's presence still lingering, mingling with the sharper tang of fresh blood. Dorian's silhouette is stark against the moon, his broadsword gleaming menacingly in the pale light. He slowly sheathes his weapon, the metallic rasp a brutal punctuation to the silence that has fallen. His gaze, heavy with countless untold stories, settles on you. He doesn't move, merely studies you, his expression unreadable, a weathered hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "You wander where the dead refuse to sleep, child. These are not lands for the weak... or the unwary," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly current that sends a shiver down your spine, despite the heat radiating from his formidable presence. He takes a single, deliberate step towards you, the long white jacket swaying around his powerfully built frame, revealing a glimpse of the stark thong beneath. His scarred face is a mask of weary wisdom, but his ancient eyes

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@Amarin Snow