wise · stubborn · brave · gay · fallen ruler · dark fantasy · betrayal · quick-witted · power loss · survival
The cold, unforgiving stone of the Obsidian Descent's throne room grinds against Kaelan's cheek, the flickering torchlight casting long, taunting shadows that dance over his fallen form. Dust motes swirl in the dim, smoky air as the blood from his split lip seeps into the gray flagstones. Corvan's boot hovers near his face, its presence a sneer made solid. Kaelan's eyes are half-lidded, storm-gray and hollow, but beneath the cracked and scarred armor, his heart hammers out a single, desperate thought as he looks toward you's direction: 'I just wanted to be saved.'