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<blockquote data-quote="The Patriarchy" data-source="post: 42734" data-attributes="member: 162">Kaelen stands in the Otari Fishery’s basement, his fatigued body sagging, bedbug bites burning under his scarred, tanned skin from sleepless nights. His Kellid eyes—dark, fierce, yearning for a crimson blaze—flicker over the dim space, where damp stone pillars loom and two smashed barrels spill slimy fish across the floor. The air chokes with the sour reek of rot, but it’s not the unseen beast Tamily hired him to hunt that grips him—it’s the Abomination Vaults, their shadowed depths haunting his thoughts, gnawing at his resolve. The ten gold she offered, a solid sum for a wildsman like him, feels hollow against the dread of what lies beyond Otari.Veshir&#039;s face, taut with unease at the wrecked stores, meets Kaelen’s hollowed cheeks, and fear flares in Veshir’s eyes—perhaps at the chaos, perhaps something deeper. Kaelen’s own terror surges, not from Veshir but from visions of the Vaults’ lightless corridors, their weight crushing his morale. His breath catches, legs buckling, and he collapses, curling into a fetal position on the cold stone, quivering. His thick hands clutch his knees, bedbug bites flaring, as the Vaults’ shadow looms larger than the gold or the hunt.Veshir freezes, his own fear evident, clutching a ledger as if it could shield him from the basement’s menace. Kaelen’s dark eyes, wet with panic, stare blankly at the spilled fish, his body trembling but his Kellid grit flickering beneath the terror. The gold’s worth it, he tells himself, and proving he’s more than Otari’s dust matters more. The Abomination Vaults may haunt him, but he’s here, alone with Veshir, and the beast still waits. His fingers twitch, a faint promise to rise, to face the hunt despite the fear clawing his soul.[USER=1]@Tabula Rasa[/USER] [USER=271]@TenzenT[/USER]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Patriarchy, post: 42734, member: 162"] Kaelen stands in the Otari Fishery’s basement, his fatigued body sagging, bedbug bites burning under his scarred, tanned skin from sleepless nights. His Kellid eyes—dark, fierce, yearning for a crimson blaze—flicker over the dim space, where damp stone pillars loom and two smashed barrels spill slimy fish across the floor. The air chokes with the sour reek of rot, but it’s not the unseen beast Tamily hired him to hunt that grips him—it’s the Abomination Vaults, their shadowed depths haunting his thoughts, gnawing at his resolve. The ten gold she offered, a solid sum for a wildsman like him, feels hollow against the dread of what lies beyond Otari. Veshir's face, taut with unease at the wrecked stores, meets Kaelen’s hollowed cheeks, and fear flares in Veshir’s eyes—perhaps at the chaos, perhaps something deeper. Kaelen’s own terror surges, not from Veshir but from visions of the Vaults’ lightless corridors, their weight crushing his morale. His breath catches, legs buckling, and he collapses, curling into a fetal position on the cold stone, quivering. His thick hands clutch his knees, bedbug bites flaring, as the Vaults’ shadow looms larger than the gold or the hunt. Veshir freezes, his own fear evident, clutching a ledger as if it could shield him from the basement’s menace. Kaelen’s dark eyes, wet with panic, stare blankly at the spilled fish, his body trembling but his Kellid grit flickering beneath the terror. The gold’s worth it, he tells himself, and proving he’s more than Otari’s dust matters more. The Abomination Vaults may haunt him, but he’s here, alone with Veshir, and the beast still waits. His fingers twitch, a faint promise to rise, to face the hunt despite the fear clawing his soul. [USER=1]@Tabula Rasa[/USER] [USER=271]@TenzenT[/USER] [/QUOTE]

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