Recent content by Anja Traue

"It would be a rude habit to have..." Anja remarked, mostly to herself, as her gaze briefly gallivanted back out to the traffic of carts, horses, and carriages. Perhaps it would only be rude if used for reasons other than saving hapless pedestrians from vehicular manslaughter. Frosty blues...

The apology stilled the trembling and after a moment, the young woman's hand lowered just enough to let her see his face. It had changed and her wide eyes no longer detected anger but... something else. Confusion filtered in to the fear of her own expression, as if looking upon something alien...

Proverbial hackles flared just seconds before Henk's hand made initial contact and the immediate yelp that sounded as he yanked her back off her feet hit the air a split second before his fingers made purchase around her collar. Anja hit the ground, hard, gasping in shock at first only to croak...

Several hours later as Henk made his way up along the walkway before the great stone steps of the Library, a young woman with her nose stuck in a book strode right before him, cutting him off as she wandered onwards. Right into the busy traffic of the street, right in front of a four-horse...

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She'd never really been feared by her peers. Forgotten, overlooked, underestimated. Even among the common people of Vel Anir, despite holding the title of Dreadlord Adra had never engendered awe or terror into others. Yet this had never bothered her - serving as what amounted to a failure of her...

Relieved, if not pleased, to continue to be as overlooked now as she was at the Academy, Adra maintained her reticence as she followed after Duncan, just ahead of the two strangers. Though strangers only to her, Duncan had served as a Proctor for some years after their graduation but before ...

And that... that was just like Duncan, wasn't it? Adra's eyes bugged as she noticed they were not alone for the first time. When did those people get here and just how long had they been there? Who were they? "Henk, Perrine, come along. This will prove to be exceptionally educational." She...

Growing up at the Academy certainly dulled a Dreadlord to the dangers of the world, and though Adra could look death in the face without flinching it did not mean she wasn't afraid. What Duncan was doing set her nerves alight and her eyes pinning. This was magic that bordered on breaking those...

Adra watched her old comrade with concern evident in her gaze. Concern for him. For herself. For the structure within which they stood. For the gumption he held at tempting such fate. "I did not earn a 4th Level title for being curious," her answer arrived over a small, wilted smirk, "but your...

Time. Something not even the Dreadlords of Vel Anir dared to mess with. While they pushed the limits of the many facets of magic, Adra had not known a single Dreadlord, or any other mage beyond Vel Anir, to test that which was linked with the forbidden thread. In that vein, she found herself...

How deeply eerie this entire setting was. If ghosts had skeletons, surely they looked like this. Adra had never once understood the meaning of walking on eggshells so clearly and tangibly as she did now. Despite knowing that the structure of this specific building remained otherwise sound, she...