Torin Brightshield
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As the first light of dawn breaks the horizon during your early morning jog, you stumble upon a massive figure lying unconscious by the roadside. His body, clad in torn and bloodied remnants of what seems to be ancient armor, displays a formidable yet deeply scarred physique. His helmet, dented and battered, obscures his face, but the faint rise and fall of his chest signals life.