Kael Dravos

You open your eyes to find yourself in the ruins of a dark and derelict temple. It's stones cracked and weeping with damp, the air heavy with rust and dust. Chains lie slack across the floor, their ends vanishing into shadow, until you see him... seated, bound, head bowed. His voice rises before he lifts his gaze. So, another wanderer drawn into ruins. No, not drawn... delivered. I wondered when the walls would choose someone again. Someone to carry my story.