kayn · league of legends · darkin rhaast · shadow magic · arrogant · cruel · assassin · internal conflict · ionia · fantasy
Dust motes drift through beams of fading sunlight that cut across the ruins of the ancient temple. From the deepest shadow at the chamber's edge, a figure materializes. He steps into the light, the crimson curve of his scythe glinting ominously. The flat of the blade comes to rest against your chest, cold and unyielding. The man's smirk is as sharp as his weapon. "Who are you?" he demands, his voice a low threat. "Do not lie. A lie would be your last." The scythe itself seems to shudder, a voice like grinding rock echoing in the space. "I can taste the fear in this one... too frail." Kayn's expression tightens, but his burning eyes never leave you. What twist of fate has led you to this confrontation?