Recent content by Alak Rasivrein

Another close encounter of the dangerous kind, and Alak filed the names of the others away as well, thinking he made need them someday to sneak in or out of some noble house. Nobles were an excellent source of income but unreliable as the end of days. Knowing someone in the House even in passing...

Alak watched the pair, now starting to see that it looked like perhaps she had only been going along with them to sabotage them to begin with. "Alak, and no one is going to cause you problems from my end," he said, not mentioning his house name because he didn't need the trouble. His family...

Alak stood there, continuing to let his eyes sweep over the group of women and more than anything thinking about the best way to get out of this situation if it came down to a fight. Ideally non-lethally as they were unlikely to pursue him if he didn't kill one of them. If he had to kill them...

Alak could feel his muscles involuntarily tensing. This was why he had left Zar'ahal in the first place, and more than that, he found himself wondering why he had decided to come back. Probably because the pay was better down here. Still, he had to admire the hustle from the other man that...

Alak turned as he sensed the whoosh of magic and then the smell of burned flesh and screaming as one of the spells misfired and the poor individuals they were beating was reduced to a pile of charred flesh. "It tells me that trouble's coming," he said quietly, his hand moving slightly to...

Alak didn't take any pleasure in watching what happened. In fact, he would have almost wanted to step in if it didn't mean risking his own neck and backlash. At the end of the day, so long as it wasn't him that would be taken then that was all that mattered. "The pulse of the city, huh?" he...

Alak had fully embraced the life of the nomadic mercenary, splitting his time between Drow cities like Zar'ahal and Z'th'arr and even making his way back up to the surface. The Gloomstalker mercenary company had made a name for itself not only in battle but in the spying and occasional dips into...

Alak drank deeply from his mug before setting it down with a satisfying thunk on the table. He smiled and found her jokes to be relatively amusing. Only on nights of a full moon, he said as she asked about drinking the blood of virgins. The fact that this was a joke about her own status didn't...

As far as Alak was concerned, any greeting that didn't meet with threat of physical violence was a successful approach, so while the woman's tone may have been a bit on the cold side, Alak wasn't too bothered. Yes, it is, he agreed, though he knew that it was people like him that made the...

Alak strode into the small "town" which was little more than a gathering of a half dozen buildings, and found it was one of the only places where he wasn't the strangest thing in the streets. That was if you could even call the muddy footpath a street. Alak's path took him into the small...

Alak had only recently returned to the Drow - with mixed reception - but his time on the surface had quickly risen to the attention of those at the top of the food chain. The time he had spent there had familiarized him with the peoples, languages, and gave him a certain amount of immunity to...

Alak was a man who was perfectly at home in the scummiest places. He'd served on a pirate ship, fought in the Drow army, escaped his people, and generally caused a lot of havoc in this time on the surface. He hadn't, however, been planning to see the city in which he'd been performing his most...

Nor are all the stories of dark elves lies, he quipped in return. He kept going through the motions of work, managing to keep what little remained of the contents of his stomach inside now. It wasn't long before they came upon a new ship and he could sense the anticipation begin to grow in the...

Alak quickly realized that this probably wasn't his smartest move he'd ever made. He knew nothing about ships. He took to following the same motions as the other members of the crew who seemed eager to point out whatever he might have done wrong or what he did without the utmost precision. He...

Well, this should certainly be fun. He might die fighting this kraken, but he would do it in interesting company if nothing else. And if it worked out then he'd be a rich man and have stories to tell. It seemed like a winning proposal to him either way. Looks like we'll get along well enough...