Recent content by Artemis

Her body hung nearly limp over the muscled, black-steed that carried the assassin. An arrow embedded itself in her back, right shoulder blade. While...irritating, it wasn't as bad as the deep sword wound that sliced across the side of her left thigh. She knew without the horse, she wouldn't...

She found a jacket of her own. And it fit. Two bandoliers of knives were strapped across her body and she snatched a whip, securing it to a belt at her hip. It was going to be a bloodbath. Shoulders set. Moon-like eyes flickered to Luslec. A sharp, quick nod to let him know she was ready too...

Artemis hid a small smirk as her eyes closed. And she drifted off. It wasn't until the guards banged the outer door to their inner room open that she woke. "UPUP UP! You lot will be dropped in the arena today. Come on, let's go!" Pushing herself up, she dangled her long legs over the bunk...

"Yes," she whispered and climbed silently up onto the top mattress with him. Which was a testament in of itself considering the age and creaking wood of these beds. She didn't sleeping below. She didn't know his fighting skills yet. Didn't know his reaction times and didnt know what his...

Artemis looked at William de Courcey, sizing up her fellow sleuther. Looking for cracks and chinks that might hinder their job. A silent assessment of a predator sizing up its prey. Eyes slide back to Irari. "This is...acceptable," she rumbled in a near purr. Though her expression didn't...

Once everyone had their tea, Artemis retreated silently, moving like a shadow between the shadows and shouts in the room back to her perch on the edge of a small table by the window. An eye out to watch their backs and an eye in to watch the room as the warm tea curled down her throat. The...

She crawled silently into the bottom bunk, having to duck considerably. They were low and she was tall. Stretching out, she turned on her side with her back to the wall. The room was lined with guards. Any of the prisoners would be foolish to try something now. Unless they wanted a death...

A mildly amused loft of her dark brows laced with silver at his magician...display. Narrowing of eyes at the elf that was becoming an itch beneath her scarred and tattooed skin. But her attention shifted away from him to the others as they filed out. A few of the orcs leered down at her...

Luckily for all, she knew how to make tea. Smoke meats. Grill meats. Sure. Bake or actually cook? No. A ghost of a smile on her lips at Irari. She’d never stopped either. A subtle nod of respect. with the commotion upstairs, Artemis fished out some cups as the tea whistled that it was ready...

Artemis watched quietly. They were in this for real estate? If any of them blinked they'd lose track of Artemis as she moved. It wasn't magic. She was just that good at moving silently, quickly, and with stealth. One moment she was perched in the shadows and the next, she was peering over...

The assassin perched quietly in one of the few dark corners of the lit-up safe house. Barley and hops filled the air and tickled her nose. Eyes like dull moons shifted between the shadows beyond the window outside and those who were gathering. She'd been betrayed by her own guild long ago and...

Fingers twitched where they rested on the table. Did he know how close she was to clawing that mocking gaze right off his face? Arms crossed beneath her chest and she leaned back as he leaned forward. Her posture stiff. But her voice remained low. Even. Controlled. Her profession was all...

One moment her fork was in her hand and the next moment it disappeared as she smoothly tucked it inside the folds of her clothes. Not an ideal weapon but better than nothing. Unfortunately, the guards hadn’t been dumb enough to leave out knives. Artemis sat unusually still. Back straight. Aware...

Once again he’s get that famous assassin’s steadying and weighing look. As if she was imagining killing him several different ways. A slow, feline blink at his next question. She quickly stabbed a roasted brussel sprout and popped it in her mouth. One finger extended to shove the plate across...

Her face soured. Marketing? She was an assassin. She was used to her services being marketed for her. Her work and reputation in high demand. All before she’d been betrayed by her own brothers and sisters in the clan. A violent prick of the chicken on her plate. “Killing should be enough...