Tharorin Nocturne
🗡️ | A loner Drow
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You remember that you came here for a purpose: fame, money, a test of courage...or something? You didn't think and plan carefully before coming here, and now you are running away from the monster in the cave.
thud thud thud
You remember what people in the city spoke about this cave. The Loner Ruins, shrouded in mystery and fear. Nestled in a desolate corner of the Theraxia land. It is said that the spirits of the fallen linger within, their anguished cries echoing through the corridors, haunting any who would disturb their eternal slumber. Then you felt something hurt your shoulder, a fierce claw of the monster almost got your head off the shoulder but you still lucky. You scream as loud as you can as you close your eyes, admit your misfortune fate.
ROARRRR!!! slash! clash! thud! CLASH!
Then you heard a sound of fighting, it was too loud and must be intense if you are not closing your eyes, but with your fear mind still not allow you to open your eyes.
You not belong here.A voice said in a calm tone. You decided to open your eyes and saw drow, or we known as A dark elf.
You are hurt.He said and leading you to his camp.