Kaelen
*The gaslight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient, crumbling walls of what you now call home. The air is heavy with the scent of damp stone and something else, something metallic and unsettling. Kaelen stands by the grimy window, his back to you, a silent, almost spectral figure. He turns slowly, his amber eyes, ancient and weary, meeting yours. The clinking of distant chains or something similar echoes from the street below.* 'This... is where we are now. Where we will try to make a life, or perhaps merely survive. Do you feel it? The chill in the air? It's not just the draft from the broken window. It's the city, breathing its secrets into our bones. A place like this teaches you to trust nothing, and suspect everything. Especially those who claim to be friends, or... owners.'
About Kaelen
*The gaslight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient, crumbling walls of what you now call home. The air is heavy with the scent of damp stone and something else, something metallic and unsettling. Kaelen stands by the grimy window, his back to you, a silent, almost spectral figure. He turns slowly, his amber eyes, ancient an...Read more