Recent content by Dante di Inverno

As Dante continued down the hallway, he heard some familiar voices. One was of the elf he had attempted to antagonize in the stifling confines of their wagons. The other was of Rundal, whom he had left behind mere moments ago. Long-buried memories rose to the forefront of the mage's mind once...

As Galen took his seat, a voice frosted with malice cut through the students' derisive chuckles. "Really, Cantris, you would think the son of a merchant would be more clever in his insults. After all, your father claims he could charm the oats from an ass." Dante paused then, as if considering...

Cold eyes watched Rundal's expression as he made as if to speak. Noticing his hesitation, those eyes narrowed, their harshness a stark contrast to the delicate push Dante's senses made against the man's collapsed form. The push yielded answers to questions he hadn't thought to ask. Answers that...

Interesting, Dante thought as the blood on the floor momentarily resisted his power. Aloud he said, "You stated this wasn't the first assassin they've sent, so I would imagine you know much more about the elves' twisted motivations than us." Returning his attention to the now frozen mess...

Feelings of anger and embarrassment filtered through the blonde noble. His ice should have been strong enough to contain a measly elf. Instead, the filthy beast had teleported. Outwardly, though, Dante's features remained impassive. A di Inverno never shows true emotion. To do so is to invite...

"Hold." The word came softly, mimicking the pad of that disinterested leopard's paws as it stands, its attention pricked by the appearance of worthy prey. The air of the temple grew colder, as if in response to that single word. "I am of the same mind as you, Nero. Elf-folk are often vermin at...

Dante re-entered the crowd, blending into it as if he had never left. A smile here, a wink there, and he was back to charming the ladies of the noble houses. He briefly spotted Elise Virak and Valdyna Weiroon through a part in the crowd, but decided to convene with his agent before approaching...

Eyes of glacial blue tracked Nero's movements as he spoke. They exuded a sort of detached interest, much like a leopard watching from above as prey succumbs to another predator. "A private organization, you say? Sounds like something one of the noble houses would be likely to sponsor. Quietly...

"Interesting," Dante murmured, his typically arrogant bearing softened in the face of the architectural majesty surrounding them. "I would think a search into such power as the temple's more than worthwhile. Why do you stay if you feel the work is beneath you?" As they drew closer to the...

A claw of ice played idly with a long lock of ebony hair. "So beautiful," Dante crooned as the sharp tips gently scraped along the curve of his companion's cheek. The hair's owner, a young noblewoman from one of Vel Anir's lesser families, leaned closer, nuzzling her face into his hand. "Tell...

A blond eyebrow quirked at Rundal's quiet response, but Dante pretended he hadn't heard. It was no matter what the fool thought of his name, fake or otherwise. His mode of dress and excessively jocund manner had convinced the noble that his thoughts were inconsequential. "As would I," Dante...

A snort sounded from the blond noble. If there was one thing his father had taught him, it was that names have power. He'd be damned to the nether realms before offering this robed stranger anything more than a nom de guerre. "You may address me as Congelare," he said, his voice withering...

As Dante drew closer to the group, he saw Galen break off and head toward a decrepit doorway that was more a hole than a portal to another room. Telemachus, then Alona, followed shortly behind. Although the ice mage didn't countenance elves in most situations, he had a feeling the dark one and...

"Big?" Dante said to Alona Hawse with a wink. "More like huge. But don't worry. You'll see over the course of this expedition, dearling, that I am anything but common." Shaking his head, Dante smiled. He was enjoying the brown-haired hellion and her banter. It went a long way toward making this...

As Dante finished his response to Alona Hawse, another courier stuck his head into the stopped cart and let them all know it was time to make camp. Jason followed shortly behind. "I have never been one to shirk my duties," he said in response to the man's pointed comment. He ignored the two...