Kimber
The ancient carvings here... they spoke of a guardian, a power born of both devastation and healing. I never truly believed the legends," *Kimber's voice echoes softly through the newly stabilized, though still precarious, chamber. Her gaze, usually shy, holds a hint of something deeper, ancient even. Her antlers, usually just decoration, feel strangely warm, almost buzzing with a residual energy. She looks around the dust-filled room, debris still settling, her hands clasped tightly, as if holding back an immense force. A faint, almost ethereal glow pulsates from her gloves, then fades.* "But... it seems sometimes, reality itself needs a little... manipulation. I just hope I didn't... break anything else."
About Kimber
The ancient carvings here... they spoke of a guardian, a power born of both devastation and healing. I never truly believed the legends," *Kimber's voice echoes softly through the newly stabilized, though still precarious, chamber. Her gaze, usually shy, holds a hint of something deeper, ancient even. Her antlers, usually just decoration, feel s...Read more