"This is not the time for jest dreadlord..." Alana finally spoke, her voice numb and cold as she watched a well-acquitted maiden pass on to the afterlife. As if on cue and not very noticeable, a figure in the silent crowd of the midnight tavern made their way out as if a deed unsuccessful in one...
She giggled at the man's restless attitude and talkative nature, someone who could keep up with her. Alana felt her smile and softly let it drift afloat as her mind returned to the reality of her world, a not-so-happy one. "I'm not a bouncer and trust me I don't want your money. I have far...
After the bar maiden seated the scar-faced man, she quickly made her way over to Alana who had gotten up after finishing a mug of strong ale. "Alana... a dread lord is here and you know the midnight tavern don't want no bad business." The bar maiden said quietly as she didn't want to boldly...
The Salty winds blew upon Alana's face as Vel Anir, her inescapable home appeared. Night had fallen and it was the perfect time to reappear after so many years on different sea journeys. As if on routined orders, she nodded at a few of her crew and the ship slowed before finding a well-hidden...
It had been a little bit since Alana had joined in on a raid much less with Northern raiders. She neither knew who they were nor what their purpose for their raid was. The only thing she had knowledge of is what her contractor had given her. She had traveled to the northern land, to that...
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