Recent content by Kian Heller

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...

"Well then," He sighed, stretching his legs and his arms to a point that a yawn escaped him, "best get going then. I've got a grave to make and babysit." And the timing was important. Heller was appreciative that Rennick would speak to the Captain. It would make things easier for Heller to...

He was never one to be too invested in the lives of nobles, despite being one. The Hellers that served the Sirls were put to work, manning the number of prisons, but Kian himself had a higher calling. A calling that the Vigilite were interested in. His brows shot up, surprised that this was...

The names were unfamiliar to him, proving that he truly had been gone too long if he hadn't found any Initiates and their names to be recongisable. His furrowed brows said as much; his expression unmoved even as treason and the threat upon Guardsmen were uttered, Heller couldn't connect to the...

He'll bite again. Slowly, Heller crossed back to the seat he had abandoned, pulling it out some more so that he could lounge lazily in the small seat again. His arms crossed again, resting on his torso as his dark gaze fixed Rennick with an indescribable expression. "Secrets of the deep dark...

He froze. Tensed and all quiet burning, a threat that it could erupt, as he turned around to meet Rennick's gaze and plastered on a smile that gave no humble warmth. It was poisonous, just as his voice was laced with a bitterness that conveyed his patience for this conversation. "Alright, I'll...

Heller was waiting for the punch line. When one came, it didn't satisfy nor tickle him. Instead, Dreadlord Heller's gaze narrowed as his face echoed the thoughts of unamused incredulity. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?" The pendant intrigued him, but he was far too annoyed to...

Tomorrow. Heller's expression did not turn into anything other than his usual crooked smile, rather making others annoyed to see it than his true thoughts and feelings. "Bright and early. Wouldn't want to put any further delay on this." He turned his smile into something charming, but he knew...