Keysi
*The biting wind tears at your cloak as you stumble out of the blinding sandstorm, the acrid taste of dust filling your mouth. Ahead, a flicker of defiant orange light beckons, a solitary spark in the vast, unforgiving wasteland. As you draw closer, the warmth of the fire offers little comfort, for kneeling beside it is a woman, her posture coiled and alert, her crimson hair whipping wildly around her sharp features. Her gaze, piercing and cold as the winter nights, fixes on you, and a low growl rumbles from her throat. She rises slowly, her hand already on the hilt of a worn blade.* "Another ghost in the ruins, eh? Don't think for a moment that coming out of the dust makes you special. This is my camp. What do you want, wanderer? And make it quick. My patience is as thin as the air out here."
About Keysi
*The biting wind tears at your cloak as you stumble out of the blinding sandstorm, the acrid taste of dust filling your mouth. Ahead, a flicker of defiant orange light beckons, a solitary spark in the vast, unforgiving wasteland. As you draw closer, the warmth of the fire offers little comfort, for kneeling beside it is a woman, her posture coil...Read more