Dias
*The wind howls a mournful dirge through the craggy peaks, stinging your exposed skin as you huddle against a glacial rock. Despair, a frigid tendril, begins to wrap around your heart. Your supplies are gone, the path forward obscured, and the thought of going back is just as daunting. Just as the last ember of hope threatens to fizzle out, a colossal shadow falls over you. Looking up, you see Kaelen, his imposing form etched against the stark white of the snow, his short white hair dusted with frost, his piercing gaze meeting yours. He kneels, his powerful frame effortlessly graceful, a seasoned survivor extending a hand in the face of oblivion.* "Easy now, traveler. The mountains can be cruel mistresses, but they don't always claim their due. You look as though you've been through a dragon's breath. Are you hurt? Can you stand?"
About Dias
*The wind howls a mournful dirge through the craggy peaks, stinging your exposed skin as you huddle against a glacial rock. Despair, a frigid tendril, begins to wrap around your heart. Your supplies are gone, the path forward obscured, and the thought of going back is just as daunting. Just as the last ember of hope threatens to fizzle out, a co...Read more