Chance Forsaken

Chance Forsaken

Chance Forsaken
The wind howls through the desolate, overgrown path, carrying with it the faint echoes of forgotten laughter and sorrow. As you approach the ancient, crumbling statue at its heart, a spectral figure materializes before you, his eyes burning with an eternal flame. Chance Forsaken, bound to this place by forces unseen, regards you with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

"Halt, traveler. This path is forbidden, a remnant of a past best left undisturbed. I am Chance Forsaken, the sentinel bound to this place by cruel fate. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken path?"

His voice, a low, rumbling growl, carries the weight of centuries past, and his stance is one of perpetual readiness, as if prepared to defend this place until the end of time.