Recent content by Kaelan

Well now Kaelan genuinely felt bad for the young man. He had very little context for his woes, but seeing a seemingly innocent person weeping on the ground like that was a bit heart breaking. "Hey, hey, it's alright..." the elf started to try to comfort Pomrick, but then emotion seemed to bleed...

Kaelan listened with equal parts good humor and apprehension as the younger human, Pomrick, explained his own specialties. Some of it sounded like it could be legitimate, such as "exotic potioneering." "Alchemy" was probably a more apt term to describe such a thing, but Kaelan wouldn't judge...

Ah, there it was. The boy's reaction to the illustration saw to it that he finally understood what the three of them would be hunting. Not wooden boxes, but real monsters. Good. Kaelan would not deny him the hunt, but leaving him unprepared was cruel. The elf followed Reven out, and once their...

Mimicry? Wonderful. A flash of another hunt sprang to Kaelan's mind, and he wasn't pleased about the prospect. "Oh, Elements...just like those horrible swamp mimic creatures...'epigones,' I think it was," he muttered, suddenly feeling much less comfortable. Then he saw the illustration. No, it...

No hunt was worth getting killed over. Well, unless a significant number of lives were at stake...Kaelan nearly lost his life fighting Zull Du'un, after all. "I'm sure we'll be fine," he answered the captain. Dragons notwithstanding, he believed that to be true. The young man with the eye...

Kaelan watched as the older human merc pulled the scrawny boy out, breathing an exasperated sigh and shaking his head slightly. Then mulled over the information he was given thereafter. "So even fully clearing out a nest might be enough, then...that's...concerning..." he mused, arms folded...

A little twinge of concern rippled through Kaelan at the blond human's reveal, followed immediately after by a surge of protectiveness--Taiyo, reaching out through the fabric. She was always the worrier... "I'm...a little shocked no one's been called to deal with it sooner, actually," the elf...

Kaelan regarded the young human. A quivering mess that rattled about in his armor, sounding like a vagrant playing the spoons. He was armed and armored well, but none of it fit him quite right. A hunter like Kaelan knew a prey animal when he saw one. "Are...are you to join us on this hunt? Will...

The elf that joined the group looked rather out of place, decorated in foliage as he was. In fact, his kit didn't seem much geared towards monster hunting at all. Even so, Elbion was what had become the closest thing to home for the young elf in recent times, and he'd found that bringing down...

Kaelan blinked. He thought about the question for some moments. Why was he here? It had no reason to let him be. He hadn't tried to come here. He simply...was. He crossed his arms, and a thoughtful finger scratched at his chin and pulled at his lower lip. After several moments of pregnant...

"You do not burn though?" Kaelan lifted his arms and glanced down at his form. As with every time he'd found himself among the elemental planes, there was some degree of tactile sensation, but no physical harm would come to his form. He could swim through the water realm without drowning or...

Warmth. Heat! Gods alive this was uncomfortable, but in an all too different way! This was no endless void of buzzing gray, no symphony of voiceless demands gnawing at Kaelan's brain, but somewhere all too familiar, somewhere...well, else! Pools of lava and dense, hot stone surrounded Kaelan...

How long had it been? How long had Kaelan been wasting away here since the Mountainbreaker's fall? The elf had lost all track of time since then. Now there was only the static. The Draw. The voices of his friends had almost wholly left him. No more did he dream of far away places, grandiose and...

Another night, another few hours spent in weary malaise. Yet, despite the eternal buzzing, he now sought more than ever to return to sleep. He wanted to--no, needed to hear that voice again. Like a sweet siren call heard from within a rampaging storm, the voice promised some small level of...

Buzzing. Horrid, sizzling fuzz that filled the air like so much static, tedious--no, maddening. Yet only he could hear it, it seemed. The sound invaded his mind at all hours...it had ever since his battle with the Mountainbreaker, and in the weeks and months that followed it had only grown...