Age: 26
Location: Darkling Haunts
Zodiac Sign: Enchanter

The sooty gray leather of this book is bound with scrolling silverwork that forms a knotted sigil upon the cover. The pages smell faintly of grass and lemons, and possess the cool radiance of moonlight. The writing within is scarcely legible and mostly scribbles, and occasionally a word completely drops off the pages.

Words that turn within the wind and echo in your brain, the song of stone and water, and the cool beginnings of the night.

Pointless strife, organized religions, rude people, and seafood.

last days
July 2023
April 2023
August 2014
April 2014
March 2014
February 2014
May 2009
June 2008
March 2008
January 2008
August 2007
July 2007
June 2007
May 2007
April 2007
March 2007
February 2007
January 2007
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006

Remnants of Kimald

I love my pale Enchanter's staff, full of hoarded lightning and solid menace. I enjoy they way it shatters skeletons and bruises fleshy foes. Above all, I love the sound it make whilst breaking through the armor of a Crystal Guardian. Still, I remember my broadsword and sometimes long for something so keenly crushing to fit within my grip again.

It's all been done.