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The deep umber of the elven adversary's eyes looked over her in wonder and hidden jealousy, locking onto her slate gaze even as Tian forced steel into his waist and he failed to hold his stance. Even as the blood gushed from his wound and he lost consciousness, dark eyes pleading, she did not...

Not enough. Her magic did not have enough time to saturate the offending soldier's mind and pull him into her daze. Not fully. The effects were enough to cause the warrior to panic, his first swings blind and crazed, free of the calculation they would have had before Fèlen had interjected. She...

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Many were the atrocities that had been seen by those slate eyes. Scars had been healed until removal from the body, though she could not erase the brutal memories that hid within her mind. Those who meant to harm her or allies were given no second thought or hint of remorse; Aldren’s actions...

The warlock who had previously been wallowing in self-pity now seemed to be growing impatient, grunting such aloud, though this was not what caught the half-elf's attention. The smallest of their group had approached despite how offended Seska was by Fèlen simply existing. The nymphling had...

Fèlen had walked into something she had not been prepared for. It usually took much longer for trouble to find her in a new place than this. Truly a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, this did not seem to deter the elfling. She could have easily fled already, but she...

The Professor did his best to encourage the group, producing an ancient statue as if it would mean more to the sell-swords. Fèlen had also grown skeptical. The group had not been vetted, the professor so eager to gain the fame and glory from discovering something previously hidden that he was...

Fèlen's calming magic worked too well, the man she was trying to ease getting so lost in recollection that he did not even notice her crouching directly in front of him, nor the flower she had held out for him to take. She gave this no mind, taking advantage of his moment of haze to attach the...

Fèlen paused as Aldren first stepped away from her, not wanting to force where she was rejected. She couldn’t help the small smile that touched her lips as he stubbornly nodded. A tall young man with obvious years of training underneath sturdy steel, doing his best to fill out the armor he...

“That is good to hear, Ynsidia.” Fèlen spoke genuinely of their mutual acquaintances good health, followed by the light hearted ring of a surprised laugh at mention of a man’s ‘saddle.’ She shook her head briefly with a smile at the young conjurer’s inability to keep thoughts in her own mind...

Pure and pallid, Fèlen was picturesque and ethereal. The hints of velveteen flesh that teased from slits in her garb were without mar or mark, as if the sun’s rays could not affect it. She seemed to glide as she entered the gates, her movements fluid and graceful, almost ready to begin an...

Port cities were among Fèlen’s favorite cities. Salt scented the air, bustle flurried in the streets, trade was to be had all around. Gossip was rampant. Whispers spoke of a professor seeking help digging through some ancient temples. This quest had remained in the back of the nympling’s mind as...

The tumble to the pathway was not too harsh, leaving the halfling with little-to-no injuries. A hand extended into her view, accompanied by an apology as the dove of Fèlen’s eyes rose to take in the group that had befallen her. She blinked momentarily, caught off guard before she accepted the...

I just joined Ink on Paper, so I'm gonna take it a little slow for now

A new sea, a new land, a new city. Yet again Fèlen had found herself drawn to motion, to new sights and smells and tastes. New people. For years she had been immersing herself in culture after culture, meeting and greeting and saying goodbye to face after face. Never staying. Each time a wave of...