((I just wanted to write some story about my character, something I've had in my head for a while. I hope you like it. It's supposed to happen between 5.1 and 5.2 times.))
"Kael? Wake up, Kael. It's morning already."
"Uh? Oh, right. I need to get back today." The paladin slowly stood up from his small bedroom in the almost lightless room, which had no windows except for a small shaft near the ceiling. He walked towards an armor rack where he had hanging and resting his newly forged armor. Like his previous one, this was made of lightforged gold, though this time it had mithril added and a couple of aquamarines on the shoulderpads and legplates. The helmet as well was very distinctive, a winged one of silver and gold trimmered.
When he had almost everything on except the helm, he turned to watch himself on a small mirror that hanged on one of the walls of the room. The Sha infection that threated to consume him was giving out, but it left its permanent marks on him. His hair was white now, and a bit of the infection could be seen on his left eye. He closed his eyes for a moment and then put on the helm, hiding almost completely that wound. Then he stepped out and walked down a small hallway until he was out, when the cold wind of Kun-Lai hit his face and filled his lungs.
"Kael? Wake up, Kael. It's morning already."
"Uh? Oh, right. I need to get back today." The paladin slowly stood up from his small bedroom in the almost lightless room, which had no windows except for a small shaft near the ceiling. He walked towards an armor rack where he had hanging and resting his newly forged armor. Like his previous one, this was made of lightforged gold, though this time it had mithril added and a couple of aquamarines on the shoulderpads and legplates. The helmet as well was very distinctive, a winged one of silver and gold trimmered.
When he had almost everything on except the helm, he turned to watch himself on a small mirror that hanged on one of the walls of the room. The Sha infection that threated to consume him was giving out, but it left its permanent marks on him. His hair was white now, and a bit of the infection could be seen on his left eye. He closed his eyes for a moment and then put on the helm, hiding almost completely that wound. Then he stepped out and walked down a small hallway until he was out, when the cold wind of Kun-Lai hit his face and filled his lungs.