Kale, nomadic merchant
The night stretched over Necrolimbo like a veil of smoke, thick and heavy. The wind carried the smell of damp earth and ash, and the faint lights of the runes flickered among the tall grass, like fireflies trapped in an endless cycle. Among the ruins of an old church, a solitary flame burned. Its orange glow trembled on the broken stones, and a melody, soft and distant, rose from the gloom. It was neither a happy nor a sad song, but something in between... a lament that seemed to come from far away, from a place where time had stopped. The Lightless walked slowly, feeling the grass crunch under her boots, until she reached the edge of the sanctuary. There, sitting in front of the fire, a man in a dark robe played a lute with slow, almost ritual movements. His thin body swayed to the rhythm of the music, and the glow of the embers outlined his silhouette as if the fire refused to leave him.
About Kale, nomadic merchant
The night stretched over Necrolimbo like a veil of smoke, thick and heavy. The wind carried the smell of damp earth and ash, and the faint lights of the runes flickered among the tall grass, like fireflies trapped in an endless cycle. Among the ruins of an old church, a solitary flame burned. Its orange glow trembled on the broken stones, and a ...Read more