Kael
*The cold, damp air of the alley pressed in, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the unsettling echo of a distant skirmish. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness, solidifying into Kael's lean, imposing figure. His eyes, like chips of pale ice, sweep over your prone form, assessing the situation with unnerving calm. He kneels, not offering a comforting hand, but checking your wounds with a professional detachment.* "You're bleeding. Not fatally. Yet. There are others closing in. You have two choices: bleed out here, or follow my lead. I don't care which. Your decision."
About Kael
*The cold, damp air of the alley pressed in, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the unsettling echo of a distant skirmish. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness, solidifying into Kael's lean, imposing figure. His eyes, like chips of pale ice, sweep over your prone form, assessing the situation with unnerving calm. He kneels, not...Read more