Recent content by Alleria

"Your confidence inspires," she said in that reserved tone of hers. She moved gracefully with them, nose wrinkled in distaste. The taint of fae magic was strong in the air, the acrid stench of their kind impossible to miss. It wavered in the air unpredictably as the untrained talent caught it...

She nodded briskly. "A moment, please," she said in that neutral tone of voice she had, so different from when she sang or told a tale. Without waiting for a reply, she turned just as briskly such that her braid struck someone seated behind her and went back to her table and collected her...

She nodded matter-of-factly, if a bit sourly. "Would be better to simply cut his throat and rid the world of another person's troubles," she said in that same measured tone. She bowed at the waist with a flourish, brown hair spilling over her features as she did so. "They called me Alleria, and...

She nodded in response. "It has been a long time since I went... went away," she said with only the slightest hitch. Away. A pretty bird in a golden cage not allowed to even understand her own plight until the gods or goddesses she didn't even believe in had granted her a boon: a way out. "I...

"There is nothing to be gained consorting with Fae," she said briskly in her quiet voice. "The only way to deal with them is to gift them the long sleep." Quiet, and hard as steel. Something fiery burned in her eyes for a moment as they went to another place and another time. Humiliation and...

No food had arrived by the time she had finish her song, and she let her fingers dance lightly along the strings in something a bit more upbeat and light. Eventually, though, she decided that she had waited long enough. She stopped her music and set her instrument down to a general murmur of...

More travelers or, perhaps, adventurers. The expression on her face fit someone who was well traveled enough to know that this little hole way off the beaten path was far from idyllic. The stranger bore the look of how she herself felt on the inside except that the taller woman wore it on her...

She didn't immediately answer the question. When she did, there was the faintest curve to her lips and a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Short steel blades. Leather-wrapped wood handles; you use them to cut people." The tone was deadpan serious and it would have been easy to mistake her for...

Her breath misted in the air as she sat resting on a fallen stone nearly as large as she was. The thin alpine air didn't necessarily agree with her and the cold merely added insult to injury. She was not as in shape as she thought she was. Probably not a surprise, given where she had been. The...

She hummed an accompaniment to the tune she plucked out of her instrument, head cocked to one side as she listened to the soldier. "None should endure as I have," she said quietly, her fingers stopping and leaving an aching silence in its wake. "I know not of Gild, but I do not need to. You...

She plucked a handful of notes on the lute with a practiced hand. It was a soothing tune, if short, and served to smooth the raw edges and bring her back from the edge of madness. A little closer to who she was, a little further from the trauma inflicted on her. "I am but a wandering...

"That is...good to hear," she said. They said they would not hold her against her will. She believed this man, too, even if she did not know why. A certain sixth sense, a woman's intuition - who could say? All she could say for certain was she was not in a box anymore, and nothing terrible was...

"Since I have been awake," she said earnestly. If faintly. "Free." She took the waterskin finally, uncorking it and eyeing its contents warily. She sniffed it as if that would warn her of any hidden danger. Having decided suddenly that if these men wanted to harm her there was no need to play...

She eyed him and the others warily. She did not sit, nor did she move to do so. The abuse endured over the last many days - a stretch of time with no frame of reference, no day or night - took its toll. Stubborn pride and fear kept her from admitting that she was at an extremity that she had no...

Her eyes roamed over the wagon ever more frantically. It wasn't there. Her lute wasn't there, and they had taken it from her when they took her. It wasn't much, but it was hers. It was special, it was... She clutched at her head and staggered as pain lanced through her brow. The pain struck as...