Recent content by Archanae

Archanae watched, too entranced by the horror to turn away from it. As the nixie's wailing screams and disentigrating form faded into nothing but raw sustenance, memories tugged at her mind. Memories of a childhood nearly forgotten, but for a few momentous fragments. Once, she had watched a...

"Best to check it with caution, then." Archanae glided after Torin, approaching the humble door. Indeed, gold glinted tantalisingly from within, teased forth by the glow of torches. The chamber was small. A dead end. However, a gilded statue dominated its wall. A dwarf in ceremonial robes...

With his bidding, Archanae pulled the cork on her potion. Immediately, it seemed the glowing essence sought to taste the air, reaching out from the glass neck. But a swift and graceful motion of her hand tilted it down to the sprawled and lifeless body, pouring what seemed part liquid, part air...

Archanae was human. And she was terrifyingly reminded of that fact, when the black, wet coil of his tongue emerged from elongated jaws. She knelt and looked away, forcing her nerves to be still. Focusing on the task. Cradling the flask and allowing her eyes to feast on its intricate...

Under the baleful eye of the moon, Archanae walked as if in a procession, holding a scintillating flask aloft. The cold argent rays caught its shifting, turquiose glow, mixing its light into a pale and aberrant alchemy. Motes of light darted to and fro below the glass, as if seeking escape. From...

Her fingers seared brilliant runes into stone, uttering cryptic curses below her breath. The stone writhed and bent like a creature in agony, quaking with terrestial screams, sealing the doorway, bending from the walls to cover its lintel, cill and architrave. With this incantation finished...

An exit. This Radu granted her one, though he remained stingy with his secrets. No matter. It was to be expected of beings such as him. They rarely gave anything for free. She could ignore his pompous and lecturing tone for the sake of new knowledge. Midnight. A short timeframe, indeed. Whether...

Archanae smirked up at him, despite his unholy proximity. In this question, she regathered her wits and the precision of her speech. She knew her answer well before he had finished his query. "Ah, but I cast these dice already by finding your . . . distinct company. And I shall cast them...

A faint gasp escaped her at the touch on her shoulders. Clearly, her spell of antipathy did not work against this creature, which would lend some credence to his claim of being beyond life. Unnaturally cold hands travelled down her obsidian skin, claws a hair's breadth away from rupturing her...

Archanae's delicate hand landed on Torin's ironclad shoulder. "Torin." Her voice swished out his name. She hadn't used his first name before. "These imbeciles are a liability. We cannot risk our fate by intertwining it with theirs." The invisible energy of her bound elemental suffused the...

Archanae did observe the skull, as if its lifeless sockets could add anything substantial; the only other audience member to Radu's emphatic speech. The apathetic crushing of souls in a heartless cosmos . . . certainly, she had dreaded this universal jest herself. What if the Gods were mere...

To transcend . . . Yes, that is what she longed for. She knew his sentiment of pathetic lifespans all too well. She had seen it. In the isles of Aina o Ka La and the pits of Cerak At'Thul, where lives were as cheap and quickly spent as copper. Her life had nearly been such a measly, tossed-aside...

Even Archanae, who had witnessed many a heinous apparition already, found herself instinctually repulsed by Radu. The plagued horror of his smile, the choking heaviness of his words, dusty and damning like he was fresh out of the coffin. Even the elements of earth and fire seemed to balk and...

Her nail elicited a single and gentle ping from her medallion, tapping its gemstone. It seemed a sharp punctuation to her thoughts, and she took a single step back, a frown contorting her features. She could not escape the shiver of clarity that she might well fit the desire for magical flesh...

Archanae's eyes widened with greed. But her gaze reflected more than a mere desire for gold or other riches. The alien, teal fires revealed an avaricious flicker in her eyes, of a long search coming to a close, of a lifetime spent in fruitless seeking. Life everlasting. Could it truly be? This...