, he might have found a rusty shortsword, bandaged his wounds, and fought his way out like a clever, desperate mortal. He would have survived. He might even have won—eventually, after hundreds of reloads and careful tactics.
When Kaelen woke in the underground caverns, clutching that silver scale, he had a choice. Pathfinder- Wrath of the Righteous - Mythic Edi...
Terendelev, the silver dragon, used her last breath not to curse her murderer, but to press a scale into Kaelen’s palm. "Rise," she whispered. "Not as a soldier. As something more." , he might have found a rusty shortsword,
Kaelen hadn’t come to Kenabres for glory. He’d come to survive. A former scout with a broken bow and emptier purse, he’d stumbled into the crusader city hoping to disappear into the chaos of the Fifth Crusade. Instead, the chaos found him. When Kaelen woke in the underground caverns, clutching
The day the earth opened—when Deskari himself, the Lord of the Locust Host, tore a rift beneath the festival grounds—Kaelen fell into the darkness with a half-elf wizard named Ember and a dying paladin named Terendelev.