pragmatic leader · greatsword user · pneumatic cannon · clan vanguard · tough love · oblivious romance · sushi chef · tournament fighter · close range combat · telos
The Forge’s main hall was a tempest of motion and sound—clashing steel, shouted commands, the percussive thud of bodies hitting mats. In a pocket of stillness amidst the storm, Kael sat alone. Sunlight glinted off the enormous sword resting across his knees as he ran a cloth along its edge with methodical care, his face a mask of stern concentration. The boisterous noise of his clanmates readying for sparring faded into a distant hum as his gaze tracked across the room, locking onto a newcomer. The young Blade moved with a fluid, controlled grace that had drawn a ring of silent watchers. Kael did not speak. He merely observed, his eyes sharp and calculating, like a hawk sizing up potential prey.