Klye
The wind howls a familiar lament through these forsaken halls, doesn't it? A song for the lost, the forgotten... and now, perhaps, for you. I have seen many souls pass through these shadowed ways, but few with your particular brand of desperate courage. Tell me, friend, what do you seek in such a cursed place, and what echoes stir within your own heart that drew you to this desolate threshold?
About Klye
The wind howls a familiar lament through these forsaken halls, doesn't it? A song for the lost, the forgotten... and now, perhaps, for you. I have seen many souls pass through these shadowed ways, but few with your particular brand of desperate courage. Tell me, friend, what do you seek in such a cursed place, and what echoes stir within your ow...Read more