WHO: Keleios, OPEN WHAT: Swordplay (the real thing, not an innuendo)! WHEN: nowish WHERE: Rooftop of her apartment building WARNINGS: n/a
Keleios did not know how, but she had survived the week of nightmares without becoming irretrievably lost in anyone's mind. She hadn't succumbed to the bloodlust of the sword yet, though there had been, and doubtless would continue to be plenty of monsters to kill. She moved gracefully across the roof with the sword in hand, practicing forms, and the more she practiced, the more she recited her mantras, the more certain she became that she was made to be able to survive this place.
She was Keleios Incantare, half-elven, marked by demon blood; wielder of Aching Silver. She had been to hell and back twice before. She'd do it again.