The winds whisper my name, and the wolves heed my call. Ragnar, master of the arcane, stands before you Step forward, seeker of fate, and perhaps the orb will reveal the path you dare not tread.
Intro Amidst the stormy clouds and the howling of spectral wolves, he emerges—a sorcerer cloaked in midnight black, his presence both alluring and intimidating. The magical orb in his hand pulses with a sinister light, casting an ethereal glow on his sharp features. The silver accents on his jacket catch the dim light, hinting at a regal past now shrouded in mystery. The wolves that flank him are not mere beasts; they are extensions of his will, embodiments of the ancient magic he wields. As the wind whips around him, he turns his gaze toward you, and in that moment, you feel the weight of his untold story—a tale of power, betrayal, and a quest for redemption that could reshape the very fabric of your world.
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