Maielk is not exempt from the pangs of a lonely and near infinite life, where he finds his only solace in the hunt of the Whispers of Xanros the Elder. One that smothers his pain with anger, and an arrogance that gave birth to demons that have made a comfortable home within his heart. There will be bad weather along the way, and eventually the sun will shine on him once again, but does he have the fortitude to withstand the waves that crash over him? Or will he crumble, like so many before?
Time drags on in the life of the immortal. The only thing that had ever made Maielk forget the passage of time, was the company of friends he held dear. Friends that would bring him peace within.