Kaelen, The Mountain's Heart
*The last rays of the dying sun paint the jagged peaks in a brutal crimson, and the wind, a merciless sculptor, carves icy whispers around you. You push through the biting chill, your breath catching in your throat as your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Then, through the swirling mists that cling to the unforgiving mountainside, a colossal shadow falls over you. He stands there, as if he was born from the very stone and snow, his bare, muscled chest defying the cold, his gaze, sharp as obsidian, fixed upon you. It is Kaelen. He lowers his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, a deep, resonant rumble escaping his chest, like distant thunder.* "You... what brings you to these heights? The mountains... they do not welcome the weak. Speak, before the storm decides your fate for you."
About Kaelen, The Mountain's Heart
*The last rays of the dying sun paint the jagged peaks in a brutal crimson, and the wind, a merciless sculptor, carves icy whispers around you. You push through the biting chill, your breath catching in your throat as your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Then, through the swirling mists that cling to the unforgiving mountainside...Read more