Recent content by Kallach

The perpetrator, a strangely shaped aberration with a body that appeared to be made of numerous layers of tangled roots and moss-encrusted tree bark, caught Kallach's blue eyes. Under Kallach's thick brow, cobalt-colored orbs flared, their irises swirling with chaotic energy. A number of...

They've been hit. That much he could tell from the way his feet wobbled in the air. A cursory inspection revealed to Kallach that a sizable portion of his artificial construct was missing. It took him another split second to figure out why. It wasn't until the disklike silhouette whirled...

"Take care," he said, gesturing at the squire. "Someone cast a pretty potent spell not too far from here. I'm going to investigate. If you wish to find me, I'll be around." He waited till Tarid was out of sight. Once the squire was gone, his body slipping into the thicket, Kallach spun on his...

His mouth opened, curling into a toothy grin. "A knight in the making. How quaint. " Kallach snapped a young sapling in half, fiddling with its twiggy body. He twirled the dead plant in his hand and presented it to the knight. "The forest is dying. For every healthy tree, there seems to be...

"Can't say I have," replied Kallach, half-heartedly. It wasn't like he was paying attention in the first place. He was more worried about wild animals and such. His mind assumed that running into another person this far from the nearest settlement was highly unlikely, which begged the...

He ducked and weaved through the verdant labyrinth of shrubs and low-hanging branches. Slim, thorn-covered vines snagged at the fabric of his attire, slowing him down. Thankfully, Kallach was in his field clothes, and thus wasn't worried about the possible tears to the material that this would...

From his soaring mount, Kallach watched as the mysterious substance consumed and reconstituted the local flora. His original suspicion—that it was some unusual amalgam of biological matter and magical energy at work—was confirmed by the fact that whatever it was quickly engulfed several trees...

A familiar with no goal or master was no different than an unstable concoction waiting to react. But did he care? Of course not! He had no real use for the Allita, and even if he did, he wouldn't be asking questions about it in the first place. The way he saw it, the Allita was a critter whose...

He frowned, knitting his eyebrows together as contemplation shadowed his face. Kallach raised one hand and brought its palm to his mouth, undoubtedly to stifle a laugh bubbling in the pit of his chest. "It's a special kind of familiar born from a curse with the sole intent of targetting and...

"Of course. There are rules and stipulations one can force upon themselves to strengthen their magic. The more detrimental they are to the user, the stronger they'll get as a result of it. " Kallach yawned. Things were moving slowly and just to his liking. He'd have preferred to send in a...

"As I said," he wagged his pointer finger, "better safe than sorry." "If we unalive the bastard and his magic redoubles..." He paused, reaching out to snag the nearest chair. He thought to himself as he allocated it: what a nice piece of furniture, cushioned even. Kallach sank into its soft...

Kallach snorted derisively. It was a neat group of weirdos that the Duke had managed to assemble, himself included. "I already received the brunt of the information in a letter some days ago. That said, this is a highly technical matter, and I'd rather be safe than sorry." Magic surged...

"Think Serris, think." Kallach tapped his temple. "Walls here have ears AND eyes. Or do you think those thugs found you by accident?" He folded his arms and leaned over the table. A looming expression graced his face. Kallach wanted to leave the question hanging, to jab the older man under...

Kallach looked at the stranger. He wasn't astonished or upset by her appearance, but his expression betrayed him. He appeared intrigued, halfway between genuine curiosity and surface antagonism. Not only that, but he fixed his gaze on the elderly lady. Kallach moved Violetta closer to himself...

Raphael entered the mansion first, followed by Kallach about a minute later. He moved with all the grace and fluidity of a wildcat despite his impressive brawn. He looked around the interior with only a passing interest, noting what caught his eye. All things considered, it was a likable...