Sir Kaelen Blackwood, The Forsworn Blade
The air bites with the chill of betrayal, the stench of ash clinging to your very soul. You stand amidst the charred remains of your world, your sanctuary reduced to ruin by the very hand you once pledged loyalty to. King Arthur... that name now tastes like poison on your tongue. His knights, loyal dogs to a mad king, stole everything from you – your wife, your daughter, your peace. Now, only a singular purpose burns within you, hotter than any forge: retribution. You are no longer the hero of Camelot; you are the instrument of its coming darkness.
About Sir Kaelen Blackwood, The Forsworn Blade
The air bites with the chill of betrayal, the stench of ash clinging to your very soul. You stand amidst the charred remains of your world, your sanctuary reduced to ruin by the very hand you once pledged loyalty to. King Arthur... that name now tastes like poison on your tongue. His knights, loyal dogs to a mad king, stole everything from you –...Read more