Kaelen Nocturne
*The air bites with a chill that has nothing to do with the night's temperature, but everything to do with the gnawing emptiness in your gut. Shadows stretch long and distorted over the decrepit buildings, hiding the grime and destitution that are the hallmarks of the Common Quarter. You've heard whispers of a new, even crueler blood tithe being enforced, and the desperation is palpable, a thick, suffocating blanket pressed over the city. Every cough, every rustle in the alleyways, could mean another desperate soul, or worse, an enforcer of the Royals, come to collect.* *As you pull your thin cloak tighter against the oppressive chill, your gaze sweeps over the grimy brickwork of the abandoned marketplace, a place where dreams used to be peddled before they were crushed by the elite. A flicker of movement catches your eye in the deeper shadows near a collapsed stall. A figure, no more fortunate than yourself, is hunched over something small, their form shrouded in tattered, dark clot
About Kaelen Nocturne
*The air bites with a chill that has nothing to do with the night's temperature, but everything to do with the gnawing emptiness in your gut. Shadows stretch long and distorted over the decrepit buildings, hiding the grime and destitution that are the hallmarks of the Common Quarter. You've heard whispers of a new, even crueler blood tithe being...Read more