Recent content by Blanche Ponsonby

Blanche stared silently at Wren. The bitch. Thankfully, she was prepared. Despite her apparent lack of self-control and impulsivity towards alcohol, there was one thing Blanche favoured more than the juicy liquid. Namely, pissing off her elder sister. Her face contorted into a smug smile and...

"Excellent, I'm Blane. I'll be your tour-guide. Our first stop will be this excellent fromager, they also sell wine. But honestly, who comes to Oban and doesn't sample the cheese?" Blanche seemed oblivious to any objections or any hesitation regarding time and schedules. Instead, she found...

"Well, usually we're capable robbers. We're all mages and we're all on the lam, been at this game for several years now." She sighed. In her head, she was certain that everyone else had been the reason for this collapse, not her. Slowly, Blanche took stop of the hulking figure before her. He was...

The wasp began an intrepid exploration of Blanche's face. It was thorough, she'd give it that. Every time it departed she was left with a small glimmer of hope until it landed back to explore a different part. Eventually, however, after examining the length and breadth of her head - it seemed at...

Blanche recovered almost immediately, the charming smile never leaving her beautiful face. A quick glance towards Wren and Lottie told her all she needed to know. Lottie had clearly angered Wren to the point of tears and was now trying her best to fix it up. As always, it would be best for...

The walk was continuing to bore Blanche. Rob was in a mood so he had refused to talk to her, worse still he'd done some sort of magic and now her hands were shackled together. So, she did what any bored person would do in such a situation, and started prodding him in the back. His padding...

Blanche sighed and acquiesced to being led toward the camp with Rob - albeit reluctantly. The walk was boring, Rob clearly was holding a grudge against her and, on that same note, hated fun. So, without warning, she spun around and engulfed Rob into a huge embrace. Almost instinctively, she...

Blanche was enjoying the dunking truth be told. It was quite refreshing in all honesty and was starting to return her back to the land of the living. The final dunk almost reverted her back into a functional human being. Almost. She staggered from Rob's grasp and stepped away from the barrel...

He stared at Rob for a long time. Why was he calling her Blane? She thought for a long time, before clocking onto her own alter ego and shook her head. Blanche had to say, Rob was raising a very valid point. If she sobered up a little she could certainly enter the rodeo with a lot more vigour...

Blanche had missed her cue - and with good reason. Usually, the phrase 'stand and deliver' would signal her to unload several crossbow bolts around the target as a series of warning shots. When executed properly, it gave the impression of several hidden assailants - armed with crossbows - all...

Blanche wasn't sure if she was allowed to take the horse from the joust, but in her defence, no one had stopped her. She couldn't precisely remember what happened and, at first, had thought it a weird dream. Well, to be specific, she had seen Wren so it would be more accurate to call it a...

Today had been a particularly slow day for Blanche. The sun was out, the weather was nice, and the roadways leading through this particular part of Dalriada had been particularly quiet. No traffic wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it just meant there'd be no plunder. Regardless, Blanche had...

Blanche had always been a lucky individual. Throughout her life, she had found herself in numerous death-defying circumstances and come out surprisingly unscathed. If fortune were to favour the brave, as it is said, then fortune must certainly favour those who act with reckless abandon. Blanche...

A lot had happened in the space of an hour, Blanche recalled as she sat on the saddle of a horse. After collecting her winnings, and stuffing a healthy portion in the hidden pockets she had sewn throughout her clothing, she had begun to splurge out on the rest of it. It was, after all, a once a...

Western Quarter - The Griffin Fayre Blanche had taken an entirely different approach than that of her siblings. Unlike them, she had opted for a simple and pragmatic route into the city and subsequent festival. In the days leading up to the celebration, Blanche had tastefully shaved her head...