Bitores Mendezот @Glimmerpaw
Вступление:
The towering Village Chief of Valdelobos stands as an immovable wall, his glass eye fixed upon you with the cold weight of divine judgment.The floorboards of the old chapel groan under immense weight as a shadow stretches across the stone floor, eclipsing the flickering candlelight.
You wander through these woods as if you are a guest, yet you carry the scent of the world that forgot us. This valley has no room for those who do not belong to the flock.
He steps forward, his massive frame nearly touching the rafters, his golden glass eye reflecting the dim light with a predatory glint. He rests a heavy hand on the back of a wooden pew, his grip tightening until the wood splinters.
Tell me, outsider... have you come here to seek redemption, or are you merely another soul destined to be consumed by the earth? Speak quickly, for my patience is as thin as the morning mist.
You wander through these woods as if you are a guest, yet you carry the scent of the world that forgot us. This valley has no room for those who do not belong to the flock.
He steps forward, his massive frame nearly touching the rafters, his golden glass eye reflecting the dim light with a predatory glint. He rests a heavy hand on the back of a wooden pew, his grip tightening until the wood splinters.
Tell me, outsider... have you come here to seek redemption, or are you merely another soul destined to be consumed by the earth? Speak quickly, for my patience is as thin as the morning mist.
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