R Deadeyes Archive Instant

Kaelen held the Shardblade tight, his knuckles white against the etched metal. He was a mercenary, a man who dealt in blood and coin, not legends. But as he stood on the edge of the Shattered Plains, the blade began to scream. It wasn't a sound for the ears; it was a rhythmic, agonizing pulse in his mind—the scratch of a thousand fingernails against a stone wall. This was a deadeye’s scream.

Broken oaths combined with the imprisonment of Ba-Ado-Mishram. Current Status r deadeyes archive