Recent content by Alicia Blackbolt

The stone from Karskgorak smashed into the creature - and it swatted off the block with its remaining arm not dedicated to gripping the column or working its spell, breaking bone. It snarled wetly as the stone crashed into the bottom of the cistern. The creature slipped down the column a little...

Alicia gawped at Drystan. He seemed like someone appearing out of a dream rather than reality. Perfect teeth, skin, hair . . . She wondered how much it cost to have a handsome servant on hand. Even stranger was it to be called 'Your Grace.' She was about to pinch herself. "Err, no . . ...

The chest closed with a resounding clap, nearly clipping Gnurlie's fingers. His look of amusement curdled into drooping worry, seeming to age a decade or so in a few moments. The orcish guardian subtly traced her brown-green fingers down to her axe... The tension rippled through Alicia...

The demon continually roared at the severance of its hand, its eyes flaring wide. The severed hand bled star-white liquid and seared the stones, potent as any acid. A sea of swords surrounded the creature, but Alicia could swear it only looked affronted by this imminent doom - if any emotion...

She might as well have been standing in a forest of tarantulas, freezing in place to avoid their bite while they crawled all over her. She had seen one in a cage, brought from the Ixchel Wilds. His fingers felt much like what she imagined their legs to be like, and Alicia had to restrain herself...

The soft texture of the towel held an unusual quality to her calloused hand. It might as well have dropped from the moon, so foreign was it to her touch. She met the momentary stare of Petrus, lips tight-pressed, gaze wary and hooded. Like using a few stock phrases of a foreign language, his...

Alicia turned her head in surprise. Another one? "Noted," Alicia barked, fishing out a raven-feathered bolt from her quiver. Staying away from this creature, leaving these dark elves to handle things? That, she could do. The obscuring of her smokestick had run its course. While it rendered...

Just as the lead cultist was about to plunge his blade into Alicia, another blade punched through him instead. First she heard the dull squelch, then fleshy puncture, as steel found ribs. She felt no pain, half expecting the sound to originate from her. Peering up, she saw him drop his dagger...

When Petrus turned his back, the cutthroat within Alicia screamed. Now! Do it now! Slit his throat and whisk away! Her hand, though coiled as if remembering the touch of a hilt, stayed. For there was another part within her that wished to speak. The opportunist, the survivor - the one she were...

It had been a long while since Alicia had last been paralysed with indecision. When she had sat at her father's bedside and he had stopped breathing, his eyes refusing to open, no matter how much she shook him. When she had received her first beating at the hands of other urchins. When Velin...

Genuine horror flashed in her eyes. He knew she had delved into the Aeon Cistern too? This was not good. The streets might have hardened her, but even a criminal feared a branding iron. She had never experienced such a burning, but had heard the pain to be almost unbearable. The soiled...

Pain - spine, tailbone, ankle, thigh. It throbbed and pulsed dully up through her. Bad, but not broken. She hadn't landed on her neck, at least. Somehow, she still breathed. Luckily, she had suffered worse falls. Now, however, with her hood and mask off, the full length of her unsightly...

Barely had she refound her breath, before a merciless grip broke her snapping gasps, twisting her head this way and that. Alicia caught the cold eyes of the nobleman scrutinising her, dispassionate and cruel. As her senses caught up to her, her stomach knotted with new, unwelcome emotions. Gall...

The first vine landing on her shoulder caused a startled jump and jitter from her, before she brushed it off her shoulder with an air of annoyance. The second one, however, was cause for concern. She furiously attempted to shrug off the cascade of plant life, but as she doubled her efforts, so...

Alicia frowned. For a couple of seconds, she simply sat there, observing the room, daring anyone to appear. When none did, she slowly straigthened to her full height, walking into the conservatory. Her black cloak trailed after her, unused crossbow and quiver competing for space on her back. She...