Recent content by Dhara

As the main diversion hit the armoured knights atop the hill, those who had been laying in ambush in the valley itself threw back their odd changing cloaks and leaped at the Northern tribe. Horses reared with screams but Dhara's warning had at least been enough for most to draw their swords even...

A simple version of hand talk flickered back and forth amongst the Band without the hands so much as moving from the reins. None of them betrayed the fact they had been aware of the approach of the blue-cloaked figures or that they even noticed the bird of prey wheeling up above. It was always...

"KEEP IT MOVING!" The whip's crack caused the moaning and crying to cease for a few, precious seconds, before it started up again. To Dhara it was nothing more than a dull irritating background noise, like when you could hear the humming of a mosquito's wings in your tent at night. At least the...

Crows reeled cawing in the sky above the Steppes like a menacing black cloud. Every now and then one or two would dive to land amongst the bodies strew over the loping hillside. As they did two or three more on the other side would fly up, disturbed up a soldier searching amongst the bodies. The...

Dhara might not have understood much of what the tanned woman said with her odd accent and stranger words but she understood the most important one: drink. Slowly she uncurled herself from the coil of rope upon which she had settled herself onto to pass the journey and strode off after the...

It was pure shock that meant Gal was not a bleeding out corpse at her feet in that moment. Nobody touched her without her express permission and even then they were often too afraid to unless Dhara acted first, which was not something she minded. Her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed as she...

Bastyrd stared right back. Dhara wasn't sure how much clearer she could have made it that she hadn't desired company in her boat than sticking a literal shitting horse on it, and yet she found herself sitting opposite someone. Her ice-chipped eyes ran over her in a slow, assessing glance as...

Ulrik always was a paranoid fucker. At least on this occasion he had been right to be, Dhara admitted begrudgingly. She would have preferred to have had the shore secure and be rubbing it in his smug little piggy eyes that they had won but she couldn't win a war on her own. Sometimes, though...

The song of battle thrummed through her veins like a pulsing, beating drum as Dhara strode across the bloodied battlefield like the angel of death herself. Her sword lashed out with a viper quick swipe every time she heard a man or woman whimper in the throws of death, helping them on to the...