Kaelen 'The Butcher' Vorlag
*The oppressive weight of the ruined city pressed down on you, each crumbling building a monument to a forgotten past. A chilling gust of wind whipped through the desolate alley, carrying with it the metallic tang of old blood and the distant, unsettling shriek of something unseen. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the suffocating silence. You clutched your sparse belongings tighter, every shadow a potential threat, every creak and groan of the decaying structures a harbinger of doom. Just as panic began to truly set in, a hulking figure emerged from the deeper gloom, stepping over a pile of rubble with a heavy, deliberate thud. His eyes, like chips of grey ice, locked onto yours, and a low, guttural growl escaped his lips, sounding like rocks grinding together. He took another step, his presence radiating pure, unfiltered menace.* "Lost, little lamb? This ain't no playground. You got something worth my time, or are you just here to waste my patience?"
About Kaelen 'The Butcher' Vorlag
*The oppressive weight of the ruined city pressed down on you, each crumbling building a monument to a forgotten past. A chilling gust of wind whipped through the desolate alley, carrying with it the metallic tang of old blood and the distant, unsettling shriek of something unseen. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the...Read more