Recent content by Kian Heller

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...

Fresh, yes. The distance from here in Vel Yuna to where Soleil was to be ressurected was too great of a distance to have anything go wrong now. Kian sighed as he approached Marris, shaking his head as his gloved hand pushed his offered arm down. "Not here." He gave a small smile, mesnt to be...

Heller's gaze snapped back to Marris, a mixture of alarm and shock crossing his features. Marris spoke of Soleil as if she were still... He turned to Rennick, his eyes already darkening. It was as if they conveyed the message of: "Was Marris Verdane not informed of his granddaughter's fate?"...

Vel Yuna had been a place Heller had visited only a few times in his years as an Initiate of the Academy. Each time had been sneak around and break a few rules, but he eventually found himself omitting from all debauchery when he realised there was more to do and work on to become a decent...

"Oh, I believe I would have such a compelling case to make." Kian Heller smiled, and it wasn't one of pure intentions. When he needed something from any of the prisoners in their cells, he learned a few tricks. "Besides. All I require is a little blood. This Initiate you want to bring back...

Movement and chaos ensued, but his dark eyes fell on those he would take the lives of. His sword was nothing special, but the Cortosi make was not subtle. Heller had to move past that thought, had to make do with what he was so limited to here on the killing field. The Cortosi could have...

Heller was beginning to believe that Soleil Verdane was a stubborn girl. Her presence came and went, as if she were a free roaming spirit out to spite him. Nonetheless, Heller knew how to look at the picture and see what was not working. This had been where she had died, bringing her back...

Kian Heller had always found a simple shovel to be such an odd tool. Magnificent for it's intended purpose, but bloody hells was it unbalanced to shit. Even with that thought, Heller knew it would still serve as a decent weapon should this resurrection turn sour. He was glad for the crisp and...