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Archanae's gaze dimmed, the embers of her intensity dousing. Perhaps it was disappointment or cold realisation taking its place. She took in the presence of Carmelea, offering a slow bob of her head, placing a hand on her own collarbone in greeting. There was familiarity between the two, and...

Archanae glanced down at the brazier when she had come close enough, finally breaking eye-contact. "Useful indeed. A gift, then? From whom, a *deity*?" Zora Carmelea Nosfir

Archanae noticed the shared looks from both Zora and Carmelea. For a moment, she looked back, human eye meeting a vampiric gaze. Then, she moved through the dark crowd, some parting to allow the fixated enchantress access to her own doom. Her stride was deliberately and painfully slow; slow in...

A long nail tapped her own chin, pondering upon what she had seen, catching eye-contact with the girl. The spirit of curiosity itself seemed to briefly illuminate from Archanae's arcane eyes, before they faded back to their natural hue. "Fascinating," she muttered to herself in Narra. She...

Archanae's cinnamon eyes tracked the young girl's entrance. She gathered her sand-coloured shawls about her, as if the girl's incantation might snatch them away. The whole derelict castle held a veneer of hospitality, thinly veiling the inhuman menace currently gathered inside its broken ribcage...

The man was flung into a wall with all the force of a catapult. The stone wall shattered and crumbled around him in a shower of debris, giving way before immense force. The cacophony shook and rumbled through the ancient temple hall; dust escaping the column-supported ceiling as if routing in...

Among the many slaves on display, none from her own people stood among them. It was a strange comfort. Every day she was in City of Slavers, she felt obliged to take stock of the fleshmarkets, at least once. To see if the dwindling strength of the Nazrani tribes had dwindled any further; and...

Radu's intrusion clamped Archanae's mouth shut. She had lost her temper at Lazarus' exposition. It must have been the fault of her nerves; overwrought with tension like old ship ropes, too strained from her spending time with the Herald of Halch's corrupting influence. No matter. Work would...

Comfortable existence. Those two words lingered in her stance, like a pair of irritating sea urchin spines, stuck in either foot, forcing her to move them restlessly; stalking like a cougar around him, away from him and then right back. On the way, she stroked Maldragos' clay, who had caught up...

Archanae eyed Lazarus for a long moment. Sifting his eloquent words for the truth between them. "Curseborn, you say? I think I have heard the term." She adjusted her shawls before her, as if gathering her meagre cloth in protection against the hostile environment. "I have indeed pledged myself...

They walked a while, the only sound between them the grinding of bones sinking into the earth like giant spades. Finally, when Radu was out of sight, beyond hills of carcasses and workers, did she speak. She didn't know how far his inhuman ears might reach, so it was better to be safe than...

An admission of limits? That was a new tune. Archanae bowed her head and planted a hand on her chest, obscuring her sapphire medallion. "It is done, then. Should I disappoint you, I would disappoint myself. I will not fail." Her cryptic eyes snapped to Lazarus. "Perhaps we might walk...

Incredible. An army of tireless workers. Archanae was no stranger to owning minions; but to control this many at once, on this scale . . . Maldragos seemed a pale imitation of such titanic servitude. She turned to observe her own clay golem and nearly fooled herself in seeing a cowed expression...

Archanae certainly minded her footing. Even stepping back, as the earth before her erupted in claws from massive, bony wrists that wriggled and burrowed through the soil like giant worms. Impossible skeletal figures emerged, both in size and proportion. Creatures that had no right existing in...

Every moment Archanae spent in the proximity of Radu Basarab might cause her flesh to rebel with terror, but it expanded her mind beyond any measure. She didn't need to open her eyes to imagine the carnage of an army ambitious enough to invade this desolate place. Even more so after a fortress...