Recent content by Alistair Krixus

Alistair graciously accepted the seat as he sat down next to her, looking out the window down the road where, in the distance, he knew his caravan would be. "A coffee will do nicely, thank you." At this point, the man practically ran on the stuff. He had not been aware that so many Anirians...

"How very...interesting." Alistiar had paused mid-sip to now take a closer look at the twins. His dull grey eyes dug into the two young mages, or would it be one? Now that he took a closer look, without all the chaos of the other partygoers, it was clear to him that they were certainly...

The sound of concrete cracking made Alistair wince as his eyes were quickly alight as he took a long look at the broken slab that now littered the roadway. A gang of workers looked sheepishly at him, as it was clear they had been careless in loading this particular slab into the magical wagons...

Alistair looked aghast when she voiced her concerns that he would just leave her high and dry. He had made promises last night that he intended to keep. That was the least he could do for her, after all she had saved his life. "Oh, I'm sure you do, but...he is more for if you have any desire...

Alistair allowed himself to be pulled away, offering a polite nod of farewell to the others as Livia led their extraction. As they drew further away, Alistair whispered under his breath to her, "Thank you." A nice drink and some more controlled conversation were just what the doctor ordered...

Alistair heard her before he saw her, as Katja's wonderful voice pulled him around as he loaded the last of the boxes into the wagon. The young man had broken a sweat, as he was much more accustomed to the help handling these activities, but he would not shy away from work. A smile spread onto...

A smile graced Alistair's face at Henk's comments, one that did not hold the typically sharp edge of the man whose intellect and words were just as deadly as his blade. No, instead, the smile was polite and tired, almost bordering on warm if a person did not know Alistair better. Then came the...

The scent of a freshly cooked breakfast wafted into the room...Wait, no, that wasn't right. There was definately breakfast, but closer to burnt. If Katja followed the aroma, it would not lead her to the kitchen where she might expect, but actually outside to the front steps There, the young...

Was it wrong for Alistair to admit that he had entirely expected to be sipping wine and appreciating the fine arts when he was younger? If anything, it had been his introduction into the Dreadlords that had proven to be the unexpected detour for his life. "Maybe, but the fact that we are all...

Yes, he supposed they did have the potential for that. Unfortunately, many of those with such a talent were being forced to spend more time creating in-depth scouting maps for advancing war parties rather than creatively dreaming up battlefields from ages long forgotten. A small smile tugged...

A few confused yet curious eyes glanced towards the young gentleman standing with a serene smile before a complex painting of the ancient wizard Xhazier the Grey in his battle with the demon Balanor. It was an old story from Elbion that was more common as a children's story, more so than any...

Alistair could only smirk at her quick and dismissive words. He wondered if the girl truly understood that he was giving away a fortune in artifacts and history. Of course, he understood why she wanted nothing to do with it, but if he was truly going to take it all, then he was at least going to...

Alistair quickly shuffled over to the rows of items that lined the room. His hands traced through the air, writing on some document only he could see. He tried his very best to get lost in the work before him. That would be the easiest source of escape; this was what he was used to doing. Just...

A moment. How often was Alistair allowed to enjoy these tiny moments? By others or by himself, it had become normalized that his life was spent flitting from one problem to the next, from one person to the next, never spending too much time on any one thing. Moments were to be solved and then...

"Thankfully, the Empire practices widespread trade enough that as long as we do not make ourselves stand out too much, then our slight accents should not be too noticeable." Alistair had been to the Empire countless times, and he had rarely been pointed out unless he wanted it to happen. That...