Recent content by Kian Heller

Kian laughed, clapping Kael on the shoulder. "Alas, it is your fellow classmate I am to keep an eye out on. Somehow we can never keep nullifying cuffs on her... oh! No, not to worry your pretty face, Bliss. Vittoria wouldn't hurt a fly!" At least in front of all these people. He smiled...

"I am not sure if I should be worried that you know so much, or impressed that you do." Heller didn't bother to hide the charm in his expression. Even when he looked to Calixtus, he could see the resemblance to the grouch that was Emrys. They had the same frown. Uncanny... "Well... lovely to...

"Learning from the Anirians?" Came a voice. Kian Heller stepped up beside the young College students, an easy grin adorning his face. "That's the sort of thing Initiates would learn." The blonde girl turned, apprehension crossing her features seeing the Dreadlord, but his smile disarmed her...

Kress. It was one thing reading the dossier, but another to experience it. The shortened sentences, the quickfire speech that only struck him with surprise... Kian could not help the expression of concern cross his visage. "Graduated." He said simply. Kress, it was all up to him now, wasn't...

A sweet creature. That is what he first thought of her as her eyes fell onto him and her peaceful demeanor changed as she moved to sit up. Small, frail, innocent. Wasn't she? That something so young and... Heller almost forgot she was an Initiate... or is? She was meant to disarm, and...

Heller had never met a soul detached and hungry demand a sacrifice like this in order to return. In the instances he brought back someone from the dead, it was with his magic and ability. That he was powerful enough to wrench them back to their bodies and breathing air once more. That their...

More... More... It was the air that hung heavily here around him that whispered, or perhaps it smothered Heller so violently, it entered to his brain and left that message there. Seared into him. A hunger like this, a demand of more... It had been days now, and Heller had been channeling...

Heller groaned furiously as shrapnel embedded in three places on his left leg, his shield he had throw up too late to protect them all. Anger laced his thoughts, but the pain ebbed away the moment he put his magic at the forefront and discarded the useless wall of magic to protect them all...

Their work began on the next day. The heat seemed to cling inside the walls, and Heller used the college magic he knew to work the fronds into gracing himself and the Initiates a breeze. They had all broken their fast before coming to the site the Regent wanted him to work on. All he needed to...

It was starting to feel as if this was all a waste of time. No one called this abandoned home theirs, and if they did, there was no signs of life touching the heavy layers of dust building up here. Besides the obvious planting of the scarecrows, nothing else suggested this place had ever been...

The moment Ashcotte cried out, Kian's hands radiated with magic. He had been ready to take hold of an intruder, an enemy, and drain the life source out from them. He had been prepared to build up stolen energy, to use it however he liked, but the room proved to be useless. Scarecrows were...

Heller hated coincidences. He didn't believe in them, not in Vel Anir. There were too many parties that wished to settle scores, too many people that wanted to be in the game and manipulate their way there. Nah, these runes were not happenstance. As much as he was no fan of Marcia, he still...

He knew Aluze could have done the same job, but he had a better understanding of Marcia's magic and the determination to go by the book and command she was given. He wanted to set the example with her, not someone wanting to prove themselves. Heller had seen enough of those shits in his time...

He was in a mood. Heller had anticipated this, ever since his return to Vel Anir told him just as much. Three Initiates would turn out to be thorns in his side, and they happened to be the more worthy ones. Which meant he was going to see them often now that he was called back into action. It...

Kian looked over his shoulder, saw nothing, but his magic and connection allowed him the glimpse of energies lingering at the site before the grave he had dug. "Now, friend, I will need you assistance on this. Your help will be appreciated as it will help your grand daughter." He turned back to...