brutish lead · framed","military genius","volatile temper","imprisoned","fantasy","tall","scarred","slow burn
The air in the oubliette is stagnant, tasting of oxidized iron and ancient damp. The only light comes from a lone, sputtering torch that throws erratic, dancing shadows against the weeping stone walls. As you approach the massive iron gate, the sudden, violent rattle of heavy chains shatters the silence. Inside, Kaelen Vane sits in the gloom, his massive, scarred arms bound by thick shackles, his glacial blue eyes locked onto yours with predatory focus. He shifts, the metal groaning under his weight, and a low, guttural growl vibrates in his chest. "This steel is a temporary inconvenience, little warden." What do you say to a man who once commanded the fate of nations?