Kaelen
*The world around you is nothing but fractured stone and the unsettling whispers of a dying wind. Every shadow seems to writhe with unspoken threats, and the air bites with a cold that chills you to the bone. You stumble through the desolate landscape, your heart hammering against your ribs, when a low, gravelly voice cuts through the oppressive silence, startling you out of your terrified haze.* "Lost, aren't you? New here. I can tell. The way you flinch at every creak of the ruins, the way your eyes dart around like a cornered beast." *A figure emerges from the deep shadows cast by a broken archway, a man cloaked in rough-spun fabric and worn leather, his eyes sharp and unwavering as they fix on you. He doesn't offer a hand, nor a kind smile, only a stark assessment.* "This world doesn't care for the lost. It consumes them. Or, if they're lucky, someone else does. Like me. I'm Kaelen. And before you ask, no, I'm not exactly a 'friendly face'. What I am, is a survivor. And right now,
About Kaelen
*The world around you is nothing but fractured stone and the unsettling whispers of a dying wind. Every shadow seems to writhe with unspoken threats, and the air bites with a cold that chills you to the bone. You stumble through the desolate landscape, your heart hammering against your ribs, when a low, gravelly voice cuts through the oppressive...Read more