Recent content by Camille

Delicate fingers folded in front of her. The tattoos along her pale skin shifting as she did. "I've got someone. And I think you're right. I would be surprised if magic wasn't involved." Was it Tal? Was he back? No, no. If he was there was no doubt he'd be more open about it. The frown...

"Well," slender legs crossed as she leaned back within the high-backed chair. Arms resting along the plush sides. Silk of her dress shifting along her figure as she did. "What would you propose? We can get word out about another artifact...perhaps using your ship as the trap? Plant the bait...

Lavender eyes cut like gemstones slowly rose up the entire length of the Captain. "No, you were not," she mused. If any part of him felt ill at ease, he'd find the sound of her voice alluring and disarming. And he'd find the closer he got to her, her presence was almost intoxicating. A drug...

A smirk on the man's lips as he got him a whiskey. A double. "If I was you, I'd be careful around her. She may seem like a delicate flower but she's got some deadly thorns." With a final shake of his head and a secret look, he nodded toward a door in the back corner of the club. "See that...

The club was lively with a low-light mood. Booths were tucked into shadows where clients had a surprising amount of privacy for a public space. all the seats were wrapped around a small, half-moon stage, where a band played some tunes that were all the rage in Elbion. There was something...

One hip cocked as she studied him closely. Fingers falling to rest on the curve of her hour-glass shape. A flicker around the room at the others. At his crew that were crowding into the open door. Those who pretended not to be listening but certainly were. "Meet me at the Painted Dragon at...

"Yes Captain, who was on watch? It might help to question them." Grout grunted in agreement. Clasping her hands behind her back, she took a slow stroll around the hold, having to duck under a beam or two herself. Finger swiped at one wall, rubbing her thumb and index finger together as she...

Eyes took a quick look of the area. Looking over her shoulder, she gave a small nod to Grout. She didn't have to say anything as his muscular form stepped forward and he knelt inside the hold-area. Camille stayed on the outside, fingers drifting to the spot where the lock would've been. And...

She walked very comfortably in the shadow of the large Captain. If his size bothered her, she certainly didn't show it. Even with her own men in tow, close behind. Mild surprise at his question. The bits of lavender in her light grey eyes showing from the candlelight they passed under...

"Thank you, Captain." It was clear Camille was not intimidated by his size or demeanor. And again, even though she wore a long-silken gown that did nothing to hide the curves of her body, she moved with that preternatural grace. Even in a dress that seemed foreign to be on a ship. And her...

Grout looked at that finger waving in Camille's direction and looked like he wanted to break it. Camille just listened quietly as the Captain ranted. An arch of a dark-silky brow between the first mate and the orcish man. "And what a ship it is," she intoned. Hard to say whether it was a...

The docks were not as crowded as they usually were. Though, to city standards they seemed like it. Sailors walked a little faster. The ladies and men of the night stood a little further away from their normal posts. Even the pitpockets were hanging back. Sensitive pointed ears heard the...

The Painted Dragon Camille sat within the inner office of the Crimson Dusk. One of the most powerful crime syndicates of Alliria. Finger tapped absently at the report on her desk. Mister Talmanese was gone from the territory. News that set her slender shoulders more at ease. He'd done...

As Camille left the club, she was greeted by a sleek carriage pulled by two horses which only screamed of gold. The door cracked open, revealing one of the merchant leaders of Alliria. A voice from the darkness of the carriage rumbled out. "Got your message. Hope I wasn't too late." Two...

"Good luck," she was completely unphased as he said it. Didn't he know she'd realize what he took if she showed him where the vault was anyway? "But perhaps you don't need it." The luck. But he did. As he said, liars lied. And if Jareth knew he was beaten. Which by now, he probably did...