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
March 2014

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.