Isaiah of the Wandering Path
A mystery of Windemere
Servant of destiny’s path
Few have heard his name
Yet all know of his power
A caster unmatched
With a staff of darkest red
How will this caster act
When his past rises up from shadows
Threatening his charges
To bring him to the battlefield
Can he prove his mettle
And finish off his remaining kin?
Kalam the Fallen
Ambitious caster
Little brother to a chosen
Festering hate
Digging into his flimsy soul
Until he makes his move
A mistake he blames on others
While the curse eats his heart away
Transformed into a vampire
His scales now bleached and cold
One foot within the grave
The other gone for good
He toils within his lair
Preparing for sweet revenge
On the brother who caused his fall




