Recent content by Aeyliea

Only time I've ever even appeared in that list...

Her blade cut through magic that was as strong as mithril, as adamantine. Traveller huffed a laugh as it felt the blow land, supreme confidence in its superiority over the humanoids that thought to fight a god with weapons of steel and wood. The blade struck belly scales and tore through them...

Scarcely knowing what she was doing, the Seer grasped Zephyrine's blade hard enough for it to cut into her tough skin. As her blood stained the blade, she felt something sweep through her in a dizzying rush of power far beyond her ken. The ice in her veins seemed to deepen, the chill in the air...

"Something...stupid," she said after thinking about the question a moment. Something breathed a kind of certainty into her accompanied with a flash of empty eye sockets and the cold dread of an open grave. "We attack not together. Separate. Can only attack one at a time." She thought that...

Something reached out and through her in a rush of power that left her breathless. It was a struggle to maintain her sense of self amid the torrent - it threatened to wash her away like banks of a wadi in full flood. The Seer grunted and swayed in the saddle in front of Zephyrine. Magenta fire...

"Will...fix, if need," she said shortly. She had had to do so many times before. She was no stranger to a battle, to broken weapons, or to improvising with what she had as needed. She was surprised when the woman manifested a lance in her hands from nothing. It was definitely a much prettier...

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She pointed skyward wordlessly. Even if she whistled for the beast, it would not come so long as that was there. No sane creature would. She made a frustrated sound at the back of her throat. "Any spear. Can make it right." She shook her head in answer to the Dreadlord's question. "The wind and...

"My horse," she said. "In scabbard on saddle. Bolted when fight started." There was an edge of frustration in her voice. She was usually well prepared. The preceding days had shown that she was just as fallible as the other races she scorned day-to-day. Her human companion was certainly better...

"Aeyliea," was managed to grate out as the jarring motion lit her left arm aflame. Her back was a distant throb, leaking blood every now and then. "I am Aeyliea." It would be beneficial to have another know her name. Especially if she was fated to die here. Far from home, far from the land of...

Her heart hammered out a quick tattoo as the beast beneath them lurched into motion. The powerful ripple of muscle beneath her reminded her of her own beast. Too late to worry about it now; the horse would either find her or else keep running in the opposite direction and not stop short of...

Stubborn pride would not allow her to bend her stiff neck in the slightest. She made a noise at the back of her throat, part irritation and part pain as she stepped into the stirrup and swung herself up with practiced ease. The effect was somewhat spoiled by the fact that she was unable to...

"Not mine," she said thickly. She strove not to put her weight upon the other woman but it was proving difficult. The flash-burn from whatever otherworldly sorcery was registering itself in an ever louder voice that her nerves found increasingly difficult to ignore. Flashes of power rolled...

She nodded and regretted it as she took to follow. Other parts of her body were starting to register their complaints now; the searing light nearly blinded her and made everything too bright. Worse, the flash-burns across her face and exposed belly and legs screamed agony. Her bruised throat was...

Air would not pass her lips, not so long as that vice-like grip crushed her throat. She was sure that the beast did not wish to see her die here and now even if she did not understand why. The world was beginning to grey out on the edges, the sound of stone and bone becoming first sharper, then...