The Warrior

The Great Power's son


A man of at least twice your height stands patiently before you, a wicked looking broadsword strapped to his back. His skin is the color of stone and blends in with the plates of armor that cover his body. Blood red eyes gleam out from the slits in his helmet. His words roll out with like a boulder crashing down a hill.


The Warrior

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