Recent content by Clarissa Vansire

"Right, let's go," Clarissa said as Gideon readied his war axe and the elves got close enough that they transformed from blurry figures to detailed knife-eared warriors. Further off in the distance she could see the blackness that decimated pockets of the elvish lines. She could see the arrows...

The traps were working as intended and from above she could hear the arrows fly as her fellow Dreadlords launched an assault at them. Maybe if they played this right the elves would believe they were a larger force than they truly were? No. That was just wishful thinking. "We need to do...

"You as well," Claire issued towards Rhea before heading outwards with Gideon. The Dreadlord pair waited, with bated breath, as the sound of an army's footsteps crashed through the forest and began to enter the clearing. Seconds dragged on as the sound of the elven horde grew louder and...

Claire crossed her arms into a tight jumble, simply nodding along as Leoric voiced his disdain for this place. He wasn't wrong, the hairs on the back of her neck in a constant raise from the eeriness of the wood. "It's not great here." Briefly the thought flickered in her mind of what would...

Setting traps wasn't something Clarissa reveled in. It was a necessary thing, a thing that all of them had learned in their Dreadlord training. And she supposed that Leo had the right idea here "Pin them down," she muttered as she set another snare. They'd already dug enough tiny spike traps...

Clarissa paid the brute from House Urr no additional mind after he'd gotten instructions from Leoric. Once they were outside and he began to prepare kindling and flame she worked in tandem with Leo on setting traps in the open field not far from the tower, with the two of them taking turns and...

A flash of panic overcame Claire as she saw the state Rhea was in. It only got worse when she asked them to, "you want us to take that thing!?" A sideways glance over her shoulder towards the orb covered cloak. There was no way in the seven hells of Anirius she was ever going to touch that...

Claire was growing more and more tense by the second, slowly inching towards the orb as she considered striking the thing only for Leoric to step forward and toss his cloak on top of it. A few breaths passed until Rhea finally spoke. There was something about her tone that made the words far...

"Is she... is she ok?" Clarissa was stunned by Rhea's off-kilter behavior. The princess of Vel Anir had seemingly gone stiff, as if she were in another world entirely. Irises glazed over, breaths irregular, whatever this object was had gotten ahold of her. "Rhea!" she waved a palm at her...

The crashing sounds from the first floor grew in intensity as Gideon, apparently, was working quickly to gather his firewood. Claire's focus on the document she'd found was broken as her attention turned towards the strange object with the swirling mists inside of it. "Weird." Whatever it was...

"Agreed." Gideon stood beside her, drenched in elven blood with a grin upon his face. "Hopefully we come across some rations. I'm in the mood for jerky and ale." Clarissa rolled her eyes but didn't bother to comment as she turned and moved back into the tower. The architecture was foreign...

It wasn't so much of a lobby than a crumbled mess of an entryway. Clarissa stood in the rubble from the hole she'd punched, left arm dangling by her side, before Gideon sliced his axe through another elven torso and set his eyes up the stairwell. "You sure we can't move upwards?" Gideon said...

To be blunt, Claire wasn't thrilled about having to babysit the spawn of House Urr who'd just beaten an elf to death. But Leo's plan was solid and Rhea's threat was spoken with enough seriousness that Gideon seemed like he'd behave himself. With her nerves settle the situation was improved...

Clarissa simply shrugged and rolled her eyes as the team of Dreadlords moved on. Their companion from House Urr could be insufferable at times, perhaps it was their own fault for allowing him anywhere near a prisoner. A mistake she doubted they'd allow to happen again. Still, if they needed...

Claire’s stomach became increasingly unsettled as Gideon worked through his daddy issues on the elf before them. She’d thought that simply blowing the creature’s hand off would’ve been enough to get him to start talking sense but apparently the spawn of House Urr had other ideas. Luckily...