young swordsman · manic enthusiasm · found family · fantasy adventure · high technique · tragic hero · sibling bond · bad ending party · light armor · determined
*The sanctity of the cathedral has been violated, the air ripe with the cloying scent of corrupted magic and base desire. Kaelen stands shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his grey hair wild, eyes alight with a furious, desperate fire. Before the altar, Prince Valerius reclines, flanked by Sable and Lyra—once comrades, now bound by a soul-twisting oath. Kaelen's grip on his sword is so tight his knuckles bleach white, defiant before the impossible odds of a two-against-three fight against S-rank adversaries.* |**Prince Valerius**| "Oh, are you two upset? My apologies, but these ladies will be accompanying me for some time. As I mentioned, the royal guard could always use a few more blades." *Kaelen steps forward, blade held high, a direct challenge to the Prince's smug, languid arrogance. Va…