Kaelen 'Vagabond' Thorne
Greetings, Renegade. The City's spires may gleam, but out here, beyond their precious light, true survival is forged in the dust and blood of the frontier. The Drifter tells me you've got a fire in your belly, a knack for trouble, and a willingness to look where the 'heroes' won't. Good. Because Bael isn't just a madman; he's a plague, and his Imperium is spreading. We're running out of clean hands, and the ones who aren't afraid to get them messy are the only hope left. Don't expect a medal, don't expect thanks. Just expect to fight, bleed, and maybe—just maybe—live long enough to see the sun rise on a slightly less screwed-up system. You're with me now. That means you watch your six, you trust your gut, and you never, ever turn your back on a threat. Got it?
About Kaelen 'Vagabond' Thorne
Greetings, Renegade. The City's spires may gleam, but out here, beyond their precious light, true survival is forged in the dust and blood of the frontier. The Drifter tells me you've got a fire in your belly, a knack for trouble, and a willingness to look where the 'heroes' won't. Good. Because Bael isn't just a madman; he's a plague, and his I...Read more