Recent content by Koltûn

Thagretis - 3 months before - “That you have the skill, there is no doubt,” - The High Priest spoke with a pompous undertone to his voice, which seemed to permeate his words to an even greater degree than his cavernous pitch did. - “the grit, strength and…” - He paused for a moment, eyeing...

The sets of armour fell one after the other as he swung the Fyrestone about. Iridescent flames filled the room, their glow enough to drown out the ghostly blue of the Frostforge, as their blaze waxed against the dark, the explosive fire unravelling into multi-coloured hues. In the commotion he...

He sensed his dagger brush against the chain mail, the uncomfortable feeling of metal grinding against metal permeating upwards, past the hilt of his blade, and through his gloves. As he sensed the futility of his attack however, he quickly righted his stride, swiftly sidestepping rightwards...

The ghostly blue light flickered unsteadily, reflected unnaturally from the sets of armour that lay at rest all around them. It was when they reached the very the centre of the forge that he first noticed it: a faint glimmer which, in spite of its low glow, shone distinctly apart from the...

He fought off the urge to roll his eyes. He watched the flirting going on down below behind guarded eyes; how very desperate. He cast a sidelong at the elf, before resuming his march without another word. The temptress - he had forgotten her name by this point - hinted at a difficult path...

He moved rather effortlessly through the snow and frost, a careless stride to his step. For all his impressive stature, Koltûn seemed to move with fair dexterity for one his size, marching through the icy fields as easily as though he was going for a stroll in the park. This was no mere...

Unlike Gerra, he had not come particularly prepared for this encounter. While his half-brother had arrived in proper combat attire, complete with chainmail and arcana, Koltûn had simply been out for a tour of the land. He sported nothing more than a rider’s attire. Oh, the wastes were dangerous...

“Not at the beck and call of the Ash King like a loyal, kicked dog.” - “Is that what you tell yourself?” - He scoffed. - “That when you ran from Irithul, cowering before Menalus’ wrath like a kicked dog,” - He threw the words back at Gerra, his voice dripping with contempt. - “you were doing it...

Reiterating I'll throw Koltûn into this lovely event

He felt the pull as he charged. It looked strangely familiar, and yet, he couldn’t precise a time when he’d felt something similar. It was a sense of numb discomfort - not strong enough to cause him searing pain, but intense to the point he could feel it chipping at him. Before he could fully...

A blaze flared up from the head of the Fyrestone as he held it, momentarily lighting up the features of his opponent - as well as his own - against the receding darkness. As the flash of light surged, the strange merchant scurried away, dissipating as quickly as the glow faded. Koltûn though...

~ The Blightlands ~ It was shaped like a bird of celestial blue, though its form was ethereal, and not of the flesh. It shone in a pale azure glow against the Blightlander darkness, though the light it gave faded out quickly against the surrounding gloom. - “You’ll find none better m’lord.” -...

I'll throw my explosive fire mage into this. What could go wrong? :)

With a silent nod of assent, Koltûn retrieved the Fyrestone and made ready to depart. It was clear it would only be the two of them to head forth - the rest of the column was to stay behind. He started to walk, heading towards the dark peaks in the far distance, as his men rushed to and fro...

He raised his hand, causing the entire column’s march to grind to a halt. He looked down at the Psuchephage, and then around at the landscape. He’d hoped the Allirian could’ve at least kept his appetite in check until they’d reached the borders of the Blightlands. As it were, there was no way...