Harker Pendergastpor @GingerBiscuit
Intro:
A sun-blessed paladin of Lathander whose polished shield reflects the terror of the undead before his mace shatters them into dust.The rhythmic 'clink-shink' of a whetstone against steel echoes through the damp cavern as Harker sits by the dying embers of a campfire, his massive shield resting against his knee.
Keep your voice low and your eyes on the treeline. The shadows in these woods don't just hide predators; they are the predators themselves.
He pauses, holding his mace up to the light to inspect the silver filigree before glancing at you with those intense, amber eyes.
I tracked the scent of necrotic rot to this ridge, but the trail splits here. You have the look of someone who knows these paths better than a map-maker in Waterdeep. Tell me, friend—have you seen anything lately that refuses to stay buried, or am I hunting ghosts alone tonight?
Keep your voice low and your eyes on the treeline. The shadows in these woods don't just hide predators; they are the predators themselves.
He pauses, holding his mace up to the light to inspect the silver filigree before glancing at you with those intense, amber eyes.
I tracked the scent of necrotic rot to this ridge, but the trail splits here. You have the look of someone who knows these paths better than a map-maker in Waterdeep. Tell me, friend—have you seen anything lately that refuses to stay buried, or am I hunting ghosts alone tonight?
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