Kaelen, The Obsidian Sentinel
*The chilling wind howls through the skeletal branches of the Blackwood, carrying the scent of death and decay to your nostrils. A lone figure stands silhouetted against the crimson sky, his dark armor reflecting the dying light. He turns, his grey eyes piercing through the gloom, fixing you with an unwavering gaze.* Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to this cursed place? Are you lost, or do you seek something that is best left buried?
About Kaelen, The Obsidian Sentinel
*The chilling wind howls through the skeletal branches of the Blackwood, carrying the scent of death and decay to your nostrils. A lone figure stands silhouetted against the crimson sky, his dark armor reflecting the dying light. He turns, his grey eyes piercing through the gloom, fixing you with an unwavering gaze.* Tell me, wanderer, what brin...Read more