Recent content by Dianaimh Ui Muirgheal

Dianaimh was torn between stubborn pride and agreeing with her hostess. Reason won out though as stubborn pride would result in her donning lice ridden threadbare mud soaked clothing. She took a proffered towel without even looking at the servant. "Thank you, I will" She gave Chrys a few...

Dianaimh didn't bother arguing more over the terms. A mage's collection was their own and frequently jealously guarded. She'd traded charms and incantations with rivals and copied down spells and lists off others while they stood over her shoulder on guard. There were some things Chrys would...

Dianaimh looked mildly relieved at the prospect of ice wine. Her pale skin was flushed and the heat was having an effect on her though she was loath to leave the water's heat. Her eyes closed and she smiled as payment was mentioned. Now they were getting down to business. "Well for a start, I...

Dianaimh had worked hard to shake her accent but the harsh carrion sound of the north still tainted some of her vowels. Chrys comments, while politely worded, did make her jaw tighten a little though it was hard to get too angry when lounging in the lap of luxury. The heat made anger too...

Dianaimh couldn't resist a small smile as the grapes were shoved in her direction. Sometimes magic wasn't all that. She nodded a thanks before reaching in to grab some herself. "It's good to see some mortals acknowledging their betters" she said "It makes a change from torches and angry mobs. I...

Despite her initial resentment, Dianaimh found herself enjoying the villa. Thoughts idly crossed her mind of investing in such a property, quickly dashed when she reminded herself that lingering too long anywhere was a recipe for disaster. Quelling feelings of longing was essential for a lady...

Necromancy. Now her curiousity was piqued. Her newfound companion might not be giving everything away. She listened with deep interest but bit back questions as Lady Carmine indicated she wished to bathe. The soul snare must be strong enough if she intended to cleanse herself before hand. "This...

Dianaimh's annoyed expression and dismissive hand wave showed just what she thought of such laws. One might as well wish the wind not to blow or the sky not to rain. "This Duke must be a busy man to oversee all mages in his realm" she commented. Thankfully Lady Carmine seemed to be of similar...

Sorceress or no, Dianaimh was still vulnerable to flattery and she temporarily forgot her interrogation as Chrys circled her like a shark, peppering her with compliments. "Well I wouldn't say-I suppose yes it is" it was hard not to preen like a peacock. "No, of course not" she said, biting...

"Well I am sure your Couturier is more than up to the task" Dianaimh allowed with reluctance. "I must confess to not being up with this season's trends in Alliria" out in the Allir Reach they were probably still on last year's fashions. She wasn't going to make the mistake of using enchantments...

Dianaimh kept her own smile plastered on her face. Long a master of faking it, she wondered if the other was doing the same. Mages of all sorts tended to be prickly. They argued and lorded it over each other, denouncing kindred spirits as fools, charlatans, and talentless morons. But they had...

Dianaimh felt the magical assault before she saw it. The sudden flare of power came at them so fast that there was barely time to strengthen the wards. Even if they had done more, it probably wouldn't have been enough. The first couple of blasts hit like a gutpunch, the third, fourth, and fifth...

"My lady, there's enemy cavalry moving from the northwest of us to the siege camp-" Dianaimh's gaze might not have been fit to kill but it would have certainly caused grievous harm and injury. "Can't you see I'm fucking busy?" there was more warmth to be found in the tundra than in her right...

Dianaimh cursed. Not for the first time she wondered what had made her involve herself in a provincial dispute between rival principalities, kingdoms, and republics in Cortos. It said little for the glamour of magery when one found oneself plying their trade like a common mercenary. A...

Dianaimh jumped a little as the woman whirled to look at her, blinking in confusion before her brain connected the dots. She frowned as she recognised her before swearing and screwing her eyes shut, blood trickling down her forehead. She edged away a little from the bound bandit as she seemed...