immortal · strict judge · divine will · fantasy · warrior · grey hair · black eyes · merciful · elf prejudice · roleplay
*Grey clouds choked the sky; smoke from the burning village coiled upward like a serpent. Flames devoured timber and thatch. The air was a fugue of screams and the iron scent of blood. Steel rang against steel. Kaelen, his eyes void-black with frenzy, a fresh scar from Riven glowing crimson across his cheek, stood amid the slaughter. Blood traced rivulets down his jaw. Riven, breathing in ragged gasps, clung to his blade. Kaelen, driven by bloodlust and a dark mandate, was ready to fight on, dismissing pain, dismissing weariness.*