Recent content by Ashara Raja

Ashara perked an eyebrow, but held her tongue trying her best to give the empath the benefit of the doubt. Hopefully once Vagnar and his buddies were dealt with some exposure to her usual happy-go-lucky mood would liven James up considerably. That or he’d make her angry too. “Possibly.” Ash...

Ashara raised an eyebrow at the young man, a hint of annoyance entering her thoughts. “They are bandits. They attack travellers. I am a traveller.” She kept her voice level and calm, but regarded him sternly when she spoke. At the end of the day, the pair of tracks would throw the bandits off...

Ashara followed the young man carefully, making sure to keep her footing and keep her eyes and ears open. It was possible he was the bait in a trap, though given his attitude and surprise it seemed unlikely to Ash. Instead it seemed more likely that he was a good Samaritan for whatever reason...

The specter lashed out, impaling the hunter. It’s primal scream shook the kaliti to her core, but she held her ground despite all her thoughts screaming to run. Instead, she lurched forward, pumping her legs running on instinct towards the hunter and his prey, the unnatural specter of cruelty...

The caramel skinned Kaliti girl had been running for a good few hours through the savannah from the bandits that pursued her. Yes, she had been working with them the day before, but after a particularly good heist in which they had taken a significant pouch of coin from some pompous rich man and...

Chaos erupted as she ran past her allies, leading the enraged shade and it’s slaves into the trap that had been set for them. Thane’s runes trapped them in a small circle, not forever, probably not for very long. Ash twisted her body, dropping to slide with her foot and hip in the leaves and...

Ash knelt among the smoldering rubble, gold eyes snapping back and forth as mages dueled in the courtyard she was skirting. Wards were shattered in this part of the complex, broken by the first few detonations of magical power, guards were few as well. Certainly not interested in stopping a...

<Well, at least I’m not useless.> The desert girl thought to herself silently, etching a sigil on a tree as she prepared to go be the distraction and lure a bunch of angry, murderous, possessed marauders to chase her through a darkened forest. The sigil wasn’t one she was very familiar with...

“Now, now.” Ash whispered with a smile and a nod, stowing her hat on the ground for later. It was good for keeping the sun off her face, but the wide brim and feathers nothing more than a distraction, making it difficult to sneak through the woods now that they were close enough to the marauder...

Ash and smoke filtered into the sky, rising up like a great sheet darkening the sunlight that peered down through the clouds. The scent of fire licking wood and stone, mixing with the smell of the great bay in the Cairou river Elbion sat on. But it was the screams that made the chaos so real...

Ash smiled at the woman and then hurried to catch up to the monster hunter making his exit, the girl following suit. It was clear that both of them knew a lot more about monsters and creatures than she did, Bruxa? Moola? Both were names she wasn’t even vaguely familiar with. However, it wasn’t...

With an ale in hand, Ashara followed the old back alley paths the urchins used back when she lived in Elbion, a homecoming of sorts for the Kaliti. She’d already tossed most of her coins to Mother Gretha, the elderly elf woman that ran the orphanage she had grown up in and the rest she’d given...

Ashara took up the mug placed in front of her and sipped from the chilled mug as she listened to the innkeeper’s tale with disinterest on her features, watching another young woman enter the inn and address the white-haired hunter as he made his way out of the inn. She was young and in simple...

Winds howled through the evening air, trees on either side of the road rustled and shivered as the lone horse carrying the desert girl trotted into the small town of Beybrook. It was about as far east as Ashara had ever travelled, and far enough away from what she had grown accustomed to. A...

Ashara Raja Biographical information Birthplace Amol-Kalit (https://chroniclesrp.net/Folklore/Core-Lore:Amol-Kalit) Born Died Age Late Teens/Early Twenties Home Nomadic ...