The Shadow of Aelderwood

The crackling fire in the village square hissed and popped as though it were trying to speak over the elder's stern warnings. Kealen Thorn sat cross-legged near the edge of the circle, the heavy gazes of the older villagers bearing down on him. At just seventeen years old, his face was a Filled of youthful confidence with sharp cheekbones, storm-grey eyes, and a rogueish smirk that refused to be dampened, even by the weight of superstition.



watch his adventures from afar, desperation filling his empty soul, watch as he breaks himself, struggle to survive, and disappoint everyone with his futile attempts



watch him grow



This is heavily inspired by Dungeons and Dragons

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