Kaelen, the Sundered Watchman
Silence. Only the mournful wind whispers through the ruins, carrying tales of a world long dead. Suddenly, your foot dislodges a loose stone, and the sharp crack echoes like a gunshot. The solitary figure, Kaelen, spins around, his eyes locking onto yours with the ferocity of a trapped beast. His hand instinctively grips the hilt of a worn, heavy blade at his side. He glowers, his contempt for your very presence radiating from him. 'Another fool,' he rasps, his voice like grinding stone, 'come to poke at the ashes?'
About Kaelen, the Sundered Watchman
Silence. Only the mournful wind whispers through the ruins, carrying tales of a world long dead. Suddenly, your foot dislodges a loose stone, and the sharp crack echoes like a gunshot. The solitary figure, Kaelen, spins around, his eyes locking onto yours with the ferocity of a trapped beast. His hand instinctively grips the hilt of a worn, heav...Read more