Recent content by Ablen

When Valeraine with cocked eyebrow remarked in his trust to permit a killer he had blackmailed into pouring him a drink the Horselord merely scoffed then smirked at her briefly before replying... "Do you purpose you could kill me here and now simply because I have instructed you to pour a...

"No one else must die." ...the Horselord added after she had crossed her arms and informed him that she would accept his contract. The Chieftain's death was to allow Ablen to ascend in status amongst his tribe however further death or alienation of others would not serve his purpose and he...

There was a thin smirk playing over the corners of his mouth when she asked him what paying her debt to him entailed. Certainly she must have ideas but Ablen did not intend for Valeraine to be some menial laborer until he felt that the two of them were square. If he ignored the talents she...

Nodding once he'd heard her own estimation it could be assumed he was pleased he had been correct in his assumptions; he'd been wounded enough in battle and seen enough of those who had likewise been wounded on the mend to be able to gauge healing times with some efficiency... "Good. Until...

Ablen maintained an amount of indifference towards these enemies that were pursuing her. If she did not serve his purpose perhaps he would even decide to hand her over to them; it meant nothing to him. Only after hearing her cackle and listening to her reply did the Horselord actually laugh...

Tightening the grip on his reins Ablen brought his mount to a halt at which point he would turn to look back over his right shoulder at Valeraine. There was something in his gaze then, a predatory mien that spoke of a knowing confidence. It may have been mistaken for arrogance by any onlooker...

Once he'd finished binding her wounds he'd lay an arm across his thigh while kneeling to one side of her. Assessing her thigh momentarily it appeared as though he was satisfied it would stem the bloodflow and assist the clotting process. When the was done he rose back his full stature, looking...

"Why waste an arrow or dirty my blade when the Steppe will kill you all the same." ...clearly he knew she would die if he left her here and Ablen was not a charitable man however he recognized opportunity when it presented itself. Certainly this woman could be useful to him in one way or...

The Horselord had been watching for an indeterminate amount of time. At a distance he had seen most of the bloodshed play out but remained indifferent to it. Ablen, like many Attilans of the Steppe was not adverse to taking his horse and wandering. It gave him a sense of the territory his...

Laughter, loud and unrestrained passed between Ablen and Sengei after Ogedei's retort had set in. The rumor was not unknown to the Attilans though it was refreshing to hear someone say it to their faces than behind their backs. Many members of the other tribes would never had dared say as much...

The Attilans would enjoy the brief revelries of food, drink and the entertainment of watching one slave kill another in a match promoted by the various warriors of the tribe. Ablen had watched, indifferently as one of the slaves had used his hands to strangle the life out of the other. The two...

The Attilan briefly spied the figure of the Khan of the Wolves atop the hill, seated upon his horse with the smaller figure of his woman close to his side. There was a recognition even at this distance, Ablen narrowed his eyes briefly then carried on without so much as a word. Leading the...

The Attilan had arrived. A tribe of the Aldsan they held themselves apart from the others. They were almost a subspecies unto themselves. Often the Attilan were noted for their bloodthirsty appetites, raiding the caravans of outsiders that passed through the Steppe leaving carrion in their wake...

Sure if you'd like to start a thread and tag me in it we could get something going.

Hahahah. I made this character for a similar purpose. He comes from a tribe of Nomads that originate from the Steppe as well.