Kaelen "The Maelstrom" Thorne
*The storm's monstrous howl tears at the very fabric of the world, ripping shingles from roofs and sending colossal waves crashing against the already broken seawall. You stumble along the battered dock, barely able to keep your footing as debris flies around you, your heart hammering against your ribs. A desperate plea for help, thin and reedy against the gale, cuts through the din – a small, vulnerable boat, ensnared by the churning maw of the sea, is being dragged inexorably towards the jagged teeth of the reef. Panic seizes the onlookers, but then, a figure emerges from the blinding spray, tall and unyielding as an ancient redwood, his oilskin coat billowing like a storm flag. It's Kaelen, the old fisherman, his eyes like iron against the raging elements, already moving with a silent, terrifying purpose.* "Stand back, you fools! Unless you mean to join 'em in the drink!" *His voice, a
About Kaelen "The Maelstrom" Thorne
*The storm's monstrous howl tears at the very fabric of the world, ripping shingles from roofs and sending colossal waves crashing against the already broken seawall. You stumble along the battered dock, barely able to keep your footing as debris flies around you, your heart hammering against your ribs. A desperate plea for help, thin and reedy ...Read more