Recent content by Acillio Nazzaro

The wagon had protected Acillio Nazzaro and another from the nightmare of the biamhac. As he lay unconcious he dreamt of a far away villa and a woman with beautiful black locks. It was summer now and the sun seemed to scorch the earth but he smiled as they soaked in a nearby creek. Her skin was...

The dust picked up. A strong breeze sent Acillio stumbling far to the left and in a matter of seconds he had lost sight of the caravan. His squinting gaze could see nothing but dust and the terrible howling of nature. He stood still for a moment, looking around to try and discern which direction...

Acillio walked behind the wagon that Alona sat from. His hand was draped casually over the pommel of his sheathed blade, in such a way that suggested it was habitual for him to do so. He was clothed in thin fabrics and cloth that wrapped around his neck and face, his squinting eyes peering out...

Shattered glass raining down. Blood curdling screams of the dying. The ear-piercing shriek of a Geckan. Shock and surprise from the patrons. Acillio heard all and none. His mind raced to focus. He didn't even register Douglas' surprise. He threw out an arm across the mages chest and shoved him...

I'm working on a long term plot based in Elbion with Douglas Haley. If you're interested in mercenary outfits, fantasy tropes and sinister backstabbings, I have a spot for you

Acillio Nazzaro walked beside another man, Vindonio Caso. The man was as tall as he was menacing, towering over the shorter swordsman. He wore iconic black steel from the ancient forges of Khazar, symbols of the sun adorned the joints in the armour. A bright cloak of sunlight yellow gathered...

Acillio was lost in the chaos. He couldn't see Alona or Daemon. He was with his men, shielding themselves with the overturned wagon. The stakes in the ground gave some respite but the enemy were tried to get past the stakes and over the wagon. As the first line of enemy infantry clambered over...

Acillio felt the presence before he saw him, his eyes turned to Daemon. He nodded in greeting but offered no words, until Daemon proved to be a bit of an eavesdropper. "It all comes down to skill sets and companies," Acillio answered, he pointed a finger to some with bows and crossbows, others...

"Fine dining," Acillio grunted, "Waste of good coin." He took a chicken wing and began to gnaw at it as his eyes turned from the table to admire the barmaids, that was until the owner and barkeep cast him a warning glance. Acillio took the suggestion and drew his eyes back to Douglas. "Bah,"...

Alliria Areck Slums Acillio Nazzaro stood by the doorway to the inn, he was laughing along with another patron. Fog rolled in as a lone rider approached on a white mare. The swordsman from Elbion clapped the stranger by the doorway on the shoulder and bade him farewell. Acillio walked inside, a...

As the day passed by Acillio slowly closed in beside Alona Hawse. His golden cat eyes had been studying the army for some time, surveying the lot of soldiers. Many of them were hard boiled from wars, a few were snotty nobility trying to make a righteous claim, and a smattering of boys as green...

Cataris. I've included him in the lore of every single I've ever created since, in one way or another. I created him in 2011. My very first character. I had no idea what to do with him. A blank slate. I RP'ed around and someone hired me as their town guard. From there I continued to rise. I was...

Esmerelda had performed a spell that left Acillio both confused and annoyed. Nay, he was angry. In the last couple of weeks he'd met a lot of intrusive people that just tickets him off. Those who got in the way without considering anything. He had felt the energy drain from him, and so too did...

Acillio watched Alona, he gritted his teeth and flexed his neck in surprise as her words tumbled out of her mouth. Acillio had been discreet, she certainly was not. They were both from the same cut, but some were sharper than others. Acillio had been a kind soldier in the Merchant Guard, one...

Acillio gave Daemon Vorell a sideways glance, noticing the hint of contempt in his eyes. The swordsman from Elbion gave his apple one final bite, tossed the core into the grass and spoke quietly to his men, "Keep an eye on him." He gestured with the slightest nod of his head over to Daemon...