Recent content by Demir

Demir, to his credit, did not flinch as dozen of knives stabbed into the dirt around his face. He kept his face impassive, peering at the Rebels as a few of them cursed and stepped back half a dozen or so paces. "I don't think you understand." The Lieutenant said, his tone calm and neutral...

Demir took in a deep breath as he began to walk forward. In his head he plotted out half a dozen ways this conversation would go. Most of them ended rather painfully, but he tried to keep some semblance of optimism within him. Though that hardly seemed wise in the moment. None of the rebels...

It was a brutal strategy, but it would certainly solve their problems. A frown played over Demir's face though, lips thinning as he glanced at the two Dreadlords. For a brief moment he considered them. They had been sent into the catacombs to flush out the Rebels, but the spirit of the order...

”I thought Dreadlords were supposed to be brash in the face of danger.” Demir said, though he couldn’t help but agree with Noel’s assessment of things. If those things were working for the rebels then they really were fucked. Fighting in tunnels and warrens was a difficult enough prospect for...

Demir spun the blade in his left hand for a brief moment, frowning as he slipped it into the sheath on his back. "We don't turn back." The Lieutenant said with a nod of his head at Noel's words. Even he had wanted to, something told him that those odd beasts wouldn't be letting them go...

Demir took half a step back, fingers flickering over the hilt of his blade as he considered the beasts for a moment. "I meant go for the brai-" Before he could finish speaking a deep, dark and guttural howl echoed through the sewers. It resounded and reverberated against every wall, every nook...

A blade was slapped into his other hand, and Demir regarded it with a slight frown. He was about to comment to the boy that he didn't need the weapon, marking that his own swords had been forged by Bella the Blacksmith. But his lips snapped shut, deciding that now was hardly the time to talk...

Demir's blade caught within the creature's throat, it's claws glancing off his flesh as it tried swipe at him. Lips thinned, and he let out half a dozen curses as the creature tried to open it's jaws shut upon his harm. Fingers reached up, slamming into the thinks teeth. Eyes bugged as he heard...

The beast in front of the three took a step forward. The sound of claws scraping against cobbled stone echoed out in the small catacomb. It was uncharacteristically steady for a predator, slow. Demir expected it to pounce, jump and claw at the easiest perceived target. Yet even as Noel ripped...

Slowly they stepped through the catacombs. The dark light shadowed massive sprawling tunnels extending into great rooms, crypts, and untold amounts of other things. Every corner was marked, every turn slowly set into place. Yet as they continued the tunnels grew into chambers, and soon they...

”It’s possible.” Demir conceded, it was a sewer after all, but that wasn’t what had raised his hackles. It was the sound beneath the horn, or rather what had come before it. He had expected to hear whispers, the sound of boots on stone, but instead he had heard…scratches. The scrape of claws...

He took in a slow breath, fingers unfurling from fists as he turned away from the boy now caught in a web of metal. For a moment his eyes lingered on Noel, considering something. Then he motioned towards the two Initiates. "Come on, lets go see where the rats are hiding." As they stepped...

Screams echoed through the caverns, reverberating and resounding to the point it almost reached the soul. Demir watched the Initiates bandy with the rebel, and for the first time the smile slipped away from his face. Lips thinned, and fingers scrunched ever so slightly into fists as Alistair...

"Interrogationwillbefaster." Demir remarked. "It'sunlikelyhewould have lead us back to anything useful anyway." Without noticing at all, Demir's voice returned to normal. The small amount of copper he had snorted had only been enough for a few seconds of speed. A larger dose would have seen...

Both the Initiates would feel their Lieutenant dropping behind them in pace. The young Initiates feeling him as his pace actually seemed to slow. When Alistair gave a brief second peeking over his shoulder he would see Demir reach for something on his pouch. A pinch was drawn from the pouhch...