Recent content by Chasmine

What a lucky break! Chas had been worried he would be stuck wandering the Steppes for days... weeks. Maybe longer. Though she knew little of the world beyond Alliria and Vel Anir, she knew at the very least that the Steppes consisted of a very large landscape that was not nearly as populated...

"A city?" Chasmine had echoed curiously from the amulet. She couldn't say why, but that didn't seem quite right. Something about these lands weren't quite what she would picture for a city of all things. A small town, perhaps, or village. Roving bands or clans of orcs - that's how they lived...

Being earnest wasn't something most people would attribute to Edric. While she had always tried to give others the benefit of the doubt, even Chasmine found herself questioning his words. Yet it wasn't simply because it was Edric who was saying them - but the histories tied to similar...

Enraptured by the sight of an honest-to-goodness Lich, Chasmine stared upwards at its hideous self for several moments longer than was probably healthy for Gaage. For a young girl who had spent the vast majority of her life running from all manner of horrible undead things, she'd yet to come...

I'm doing my best to meet you half-way. She glanced over at him again at those words, somewhat taken-aback by the statement. It was so hard to understand Edric for how little she really knew him, but he was surprising her each day. A breath and a blink passed. Chasmine filtered across the...

"I am always listening," Chas replied gently, leaning aside to sit on her rear and tuck her legs up in front of her where she hugged at them, chin rested on her knees, "people usually don't care about what I have to say, so I don't say anything." That hadn't usually stopped her from speaking...

There he went, talking about that promise again. The doubt still had yet to evaporate from her mind but it was getting slightly easier to ignore the voice of it speaking in opposition to her thoughts. "I am not sure it is a good idea for me to stay visible around them," Chas murmured, her pale...

The ghost canted her head to one side, thoughtfully amused for a brief moment. "You are much nicer than I imagined," she said, "I think Duncan would have been proud of you." It was easy to please Duncan and the man was perhaps one of the kindest Dreadlords Chasmine had ever met. She rather...

"Oh." Chasmine looked at him, strangely reassured, "Okay." "Are orcs... usually loud?" the next question seemed to ask itself, though it begged less of an answer and more of an ear as she thought aloud, "That last group was rather quiet." "You handled them well," Chas added rather abruptly...

Wasn't difficult to confess ones weaknesses to someone who could do nothing to take advantage. Chasmine thought on this as he spoke, wondering if he felt comfortable telling her these things because of the fact that she was dead. And even if they somehow managed to bring her back, he had no need...

It would probably do him some good to rest, Chas thought to herself. He had, after all, traversed the Steppes to the Fringelands in the ten days spoken - something that should have taken him much longer without a warg mount. But Edric was a person of inhuman abilities. She did not fully...

So many good memories to recount. At once she was both happy for him and sad for her own lack of such things. Her fondest memories did not generally involve other people, but the places she'd felt the most safe at the Academy. Where she found the most enjoyment alone. Her gardens, her room, the...

Another festival. Chasmine's presence shifted at his sternum, the amulet seeming to almost vibrate briefly in excitement. How simple and quaint an idea - using new experiences to overwrite the past. She wasn't sure if it worked that way, but she liked the sound of it. Especially since he'd said...

"I don't... really remember." It was hard to define her feelings toward that day. Were she still the same person now, thinking the same way as she had at the festival, she would have gladly told him it had been the most pleasant day she could recall in years. Thinking back to it now and how...

Two years. Chasmine fell silent once again. Had it really been two years? Only two years? She could not say if the lapse of her unlife had felt shorter or longer than that, but for certain far more that what should have been possible to happen in two years had. The vast landscapes of the...