“Kalhalar the great cat-wrangler of the East” Those words stuck with him longer than they should have. Even with the conversations that happened on the way to the mountains, which were made considerably easier to have thanks to Airrow and Faelynn, he remembered the title. Perhaps it would be...
Though the sun had only just risen, crowds were already gathering in the holy city of Sanctitas. Today was, after all, a special day. The music being played so early in the day proved that it would, indeed, be a merry day as well, full of mirth and celebration. Surely, no other country in all of...
Kalhalar listened as she spoke, a mixture of surprise and gratitude adorning his face. It wasn’t often that someone would actually pay attention to and take an interest in him upon first meeting Kalhalar. He admitted to himself, though, that a friend of Airrow’s wouldn’t be likely to brush him...
Every word that Airrow had to say on the subject matter of cats was eagerly absorbed by the longhaired mage. Needless to say, Kal was quite disappointed to find that Airrow was not as positive about the idea as he himself was. Of course, Airrow also didn’t know about the specific abilities of...
“There must be some way to get one of those cats.” Kalhalar couldn’t help but ponder the situation that had so suddenly slipped both into and out of his grasp. His eyes scanned the camp, as if hoping that somehow a solution to his curious quandary could be found within this makeshift camp. Those...
As Kalhalar entered the town, he smiled to himself, glad that they had started moving again. It seemed to him that the first night of their journey had lasted much longer than usual. Perhaps it had been the events that had happened. The woman, apparently a friend of Airrow’s, injured. Her...
Kalhalar sniffed the stew one last time, confident that it was complete. He was now ready to serve the stew to rest of the group. At least, he was ready to serve the stew to the ones that were still here. And yet, one problem still remained: no one had any bowls of any sort to hold the stew...
Kalhalar moved his hand in circles, continuing to stir the stew. He looked up as Ruger asked him a question.
“Ah, well, leave one with me, Ruger,” Kal was keeping Ruger’s advice in mind. “As for the others…” Kal had to stop for a second. Why had he asked the two to grab eight bottles of wine...
Kalhalar sat down, rummaging through his basket, when he heard a man scream. He turned his head, just in time to see a man, Fox, run in and fall on his knees before screaming hysterics. It seemed that the woman, Faelynn, had fallen into the river. He returned back to his previous activity, the...
It seemed to Kalhalar that the skirmish ended just as quickly as it had begun, though he didn’t really know when or how it had begun, as he was distracted by the young injured child when the group had come across the strangers and their adversaries. Of course, the length of the battle didn’t...