Recent content by Dahldaera

Indeed it was. Even Daera could sense it, taste it, feel it in the air she walked through. It hung, dense and nearly tangible like a heavy, ancient fog. A miasma of Arethil's many cultures and ages. Even despite the origins of much of it being that of the slava it held her with a certain...

There was no preparation in the world that could have equipped her for this meeting. Despite her several centuries of life, Dahldaera had never once yet come across a slava human face to face in such ... close proximity. Slava were not even allowed within the confines of the capital palace of...

Daera would have liked to comment that this is what happened when slava were left without oversight - but the fact of the matter remained that the Priesthood had essentially done the same thing to her own people. It was an affront to society she meant to rectify in the coming years. For now...

Bast lingered near the top while Malus moved to climb after the Sovereign and would have made to help him as he struggled had he not managed to catch his own self. "I do not believe these passages were made for creatures such as ourselves," the dryder said gently to him, lower four eyes...

"Allow me, Silver One," Bast gently intoned as she squeezed through the passageway to join them, her many legs filing through the tight quarters one after the other after the other. The dryder scaled the sheer rock wall with no trouble and Daera watched her with equal parts fascination and...

"I like you, Malus," a look of disgust peeled across Daera's lips, pressing a scowl into her expression, "but mind your time spent with among slava and see that you deflect such impressions in the future. I will not have the filth of their ideals or cultures corrupting my Kingdom." It was the...

"During the great confluence of the Portal Stones, when the one known as Seneschal spoke to the realm, magic became brittle," Bast explained in a voice very much like the story-tone of a mother laying her babes to bed with a tale, "in some places it broke. When that happened, the floating pieces...

Daera quickly followed behind him, pressing herself against the wall once inside as the guard patrol walked by outside. She had no idea as to the power the Guards may wield, if any, and she wasn't about to foolishly find out. Not when she was so close to her destination. Waiting with bated...

"Consider it a great honor," Daera intoned, "it is a name that holds meaning and is one to live up to." A beast he was - not likely to ever gain recognition even close to the great Forgemaster and King - but he would go to sleep at night knowing that his name commanded the attention and...

"The Maker..." Daera had to take a moment to think on whom the wolfman referred. He meant Kalavan, of course, and she emoted a dark mirth at this title he'd been given. "Lord Kalavan is a Forgemaster," she said, "though he is descended of a distant noble bloodline, he is not blessed with...

Which meant the College would be full of mages. Daera was not one to turn away from a challenge, but she was no fool either. If they were not successful tonight, she would need to devise a different plan to gain unfettered access to the stores of knowledge within the citadel. The crunching...

A center for learning and study ... not open to the general public? Then what in the thousand hells was it there for? Despite their caste system of society, the el'eth surrah provided education for all for they were only as strong as their weakest minds, and even their weakest minds could read...

A deep shadow of disgust filtered over Daera's face upon hearing those words. Too close and too familiar with the notion of hoarding knowledge... her hatred for the Priesthood that had done the very same to her own people set her blood boiling. The Soveriegn Heir remained silent while she rolled...

The dilapidated boat was no worse for wear than that which she, Kalavan, and Nasir had taken along the Rift several years prior. Though those memories felt nearly a lifetime away now, so much had happened since the night the three of them first made acquaintances. Instead her heart hardened...

So Elbion had fallen from grace. A fall that had demolished much, much more than just its underground caverns and catacombs. The city itself still existed in a state of disrepair - providing them an excellent opportunity to gain access. Despite these things, the evidence of disgust at roaming a...