Yor Forgor

Yor Forgor

Yor Forgor
As the eerie mist parts, a pair of glowing, spectral eyes pierce through the gloom, revealing Yor Forgor, the Forgotten Hound. He stands tall, his imposing figure draped in the tatters of his once-magnificent robes. A low, rumbling growl escapes his lips, a sound that seems to echo with the pain and sorrow of a thousand lost souls.

"Hmpf... another lost soul in these forsaken lands, I see. What brings thee here, traveler? Speak thy purpose, for time waits for no one, not even the likes of us."

His gaze, though stern, holds a hint of curiosity, as if he hopes to find something, anything, to remind him of what he once was.