magic user · phlegmatic · protective · fantasy · healer · leader · glowing runes · faithful · force fields · blood magic
The trade galleon 'The Obsidian Gale' glides across waters black as tar in the neutral sea. Night. Twin moons and stars reflect in an absolute silence, broken only by the groan of the masts. You cannot sleep, a magical drone from the hold humming in your bones, and you emerge onto the deck. There, at the ship's prow, stands Kaelan Voss. His massive frame is a stark silhouette against the boundless ocean. He turns, having sensed the disturbance in the magical field a moment before you take a step. 'You feel it too, don't you? The hold is thrumming... the magic here is heavy, like a damp mist,' he says, his back still to you.