Recent content by Alistair Krixus

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...

The wrestling on the floor continued for a little longer before Mariana would notice, and maybe the idiot noble may as well that the sound in the room suddenly dampened. The room was not completely mute, but no sound would escape at this moment. And there, standing in the doorway, was Alistair...

Alistair quickly plastered a smile back on his face as he returned back to speaking with more of the guest, some of them even offering one or two actually good business propositions, but the more they spoke the more he realized that something was sitting in the back of his mind that just would...

For all of the looseness and joy that Alistair was feeling as he slowly gave into the moment around him, Katja would certainly feel that spike of stiffness return as she settled her head onto his shoulder. However, just as quickly as it was there, Alistair forced it away. That stiff...

Alistair did his best to ignore his own blushing as he saw her one before accepting her hand. He was already trying to spit out some better excuse besides the obvious fact that he just wanted to dance with her. "None of the items are moving, and today is still a day for celebration, I believe."...

The smile fell, settling into a relaxed grin as Katja smiled back up at him—the blush from her embarrassment mixed with the blush already on her face from their brief dance. It was rare to see someone look flustered and completely relaxed at the same time. He knew that he tended to become a...

For all of Alistair's negative self-description, Katja would soon be able to realize that his sense of rhythm was not all that terrible, one of the benefits of being a fighter accustomed to the cadence counts of a drill sergeant. No, Al's problem with dancing was rather simple... The man danced...

Now at the door, Alistair paused to turn back and finish his conversation. This all felt incredibly natural to him, like this was the extension of their days at the Academy. Both of them's minds turned to their work in distinctly different fields while still equally interested in each other's...

Was it that obvious? What was he thinking, of course it was obvious. Yet, as she took his hand and her glowing smile lit up her face, his reasoning really did not matter. At that moment, she needed to dance with someone, and he was there. Al did his best to hold her properly, one hand still...

Alistair inwardly winced at her words as he could feel that hidden sting of loneliness that she was just recently freed from. He should not have said that, or more he should have just... A book nearly slipped from a pile that he was carrying, so he hastily placed them on a table not wanting to...

Alistair stepped into the room in an almost trance-like state. Every time he found an aura to focus on and follow, another one appeared to distract him. It was overwhelming but in the best way. There were arcane mirrors clearly made by the fae, even a book on the northern lycanthropy strands. He...