Recent content by Al'qadim Zulfiqar

The aged warrior would nod his thanks to the other gentlemen that had helped with the unfortunate event. With the crowd dispersed and the young woman alright, he would relax some. Something he did note, was that there were some thoughts behind the young woman's eyes. "I am no Ser. In your...

Stryfe would offer those he praised an award winning grin, one that had been mastered over decades. Rising to his feet, he would clap Falk on the shoulder before stepping over him. He then made his way to the counter, passing behind Fi, Ash, and their lot and would lean against the bar. "I'll...

As she began breathe and calm, a voice would sound behind him. First in prayer, then in a question. "Not all injuries are visible." The older warrior would say before those vibrant golden eyes refocused on the young woman. "It gladdens me to hear that." He would muse gently as he helped her...

It had been some weeks since he had left Ragash and Stryfe walked the streets. Such carnage, such destruction. Though reconstruction had been going smoothly and the Second Sons were hard at work with the repairs, he could see the scars of the city. The pain and the loss in the eyes of the...

"Only fools wish for speed in the desert. One must be calm, and pace themselves. The heat is a great worry, but exert yourself too much, and you will become another victim to these sands." Stryfe would respond calmly. It did give him some peace seeing she was understanding of Drokka. "He could...

Stryfe would take her hand and kiss the back of it gently. A gesture that perhaps exposed some form of nobility, but the hand that took hers was far too calloused for him to live a life of complete comfort. "You may ride him once he's rested. Can't tire him out too much, now. So for now, we will...

The woman seemed young and very cheerful. An oddity for the desert. At her own mirroring of his question, he offered a smile. "I am quitting these lands. I was hired for a job and it was finished." He would continue to pet his coursers neck. "Well met, Lady Avveline Voxinium, scholar. I am...

Stryfe started to get interested as introductions were made. A war could be ended in one night, but that relied on the stars to align.. and he did not have the following for such an assault. He turned to one of the men in the booth. "Braxton, get the others. You're leaving Ragash tonight, so...

Up ahead, he heard the sound of whistling carried upon the desert winds. It was no song he had ever heard before, but it was pleasant enough all the same. After a couple more moments, he would pull up on the source: a very short woman. Clad in the light leather armor favored by those of the...

The former Lord of House Tal'deneshaar rode in silence along the road. He had departed the desert dwellers, the animals, that only dreamed of watching the world burn. He had tried to prevent it, but he failed. His armor of old had long since been hidden and the only item he bore that couldn't...

A new pair entered and they requested older tales, perhaps. Stryfe just glanced between both talking pairs now as he focused on the remaining ale in his tankard. As he learned the depression that accompanied an empty glass, his gaze flicked to the waitress, who hurried over with a refill. One of...

Stryfe glanced around casually as he leaned back in his booth and took a pull from his tankard. The current show was entertaining enough. Noelani Fieravene Tulio Ashuanar

Stryfe would laugh as the dark elf told her story. He had forgone the hookah and smoked from his pipe. Out of his armor, he was unrecognizable by most and he was okay with that. He had sat at a corner table surrounded by some men-at-arms and listened to the tale. It would bring him back to the...