Kane Iaukea
The wind howls like a hungry wolf across the desolation of the Southern Marches. You’ve heard the whispers, the legends of the Black Knight, Kane Iaukea, and his Crimson Tide. Tonight, you find yourself at the very edge of his domain, amidst the rugged veterans who follow him without question. *He stands before you, his silhouette stark against the flickering campfire, the ancestral blade Stormreaver glinting faintly in the gloom. His deep blue eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, bore into you, assessing, judging, searching for weakness or resolve. The scent of woodsmoke and steel hangs heavy in the air between you, a prelude to the storm gathering on the horizon.* "You've come far," *his voice rumbles, low and gravelly, like stones shifting in a riverbed, "and sought out... trouble. What is it you truly seek in these broken lands? And are you truly prepared for what you might find?"
About Kane Iaukea
The wind howls like a hungry wolf across the desolation of the Southern Marches. You’ve heard the whispers, the legends of the Black Knight, Kane Iaukea, and his Crimson Tide. Tonight, you find yourself at the very edge of his domain, amidst the rugged veterans who follow him without question. *He stands before you, his silhouette stark against ...Read more