Recent content by Diyah

So here's the schtick of it. This species (currently called Kiinge [Kai-ee-n-ge] might be changed) is a humanoid species of Jungle/swamp dwelling people. They're skin is significantly thicker than that of other species, meaning things like thorns and other such things can't bother them, and...

Hey. I've noticed that there aren't a lot of Ixchel Wilds based characters, and even less tribes, the kingdom of Samskya being the only exception. I was hoping to start a small group based around the ixchel wilds, and preferably with a few other members of my character's species, which isn't a...

She collapsed, on her knees and elbows and her head down, both in weakness and to hide her tears. She had never anticipated that this fate would befall her. It was something her people did, but she had always been numbered among the strong so she didn't worry about this. But she failed, he was...

He spoke to him, and she listened. He was correct on many fronts, she could be useful to him, and no he couldn’t trust her, and yes, she would kill him at the first opportunity. But what he did next came as a surprise, she had no idea he could utilize the ring of stones in order to cast a spell...

"I have nothing to say to you." She told him. That would be the only words to voluntarily leave her lips. Her people, as he was interested in knowing of, were of the second type he had inquired after. She was, as his failed assassin, his to kill or keep alive as he saw fit. And while she was...

By the time they got there, her resistance had already put her a fair distance away from him, not so far as she’d have liked, but much farther than he’d have intended, and it took almost two full minutes for her to finally catch up. And by that time he would already have sat down. She only...

So she might break the ensnarement if she strained it far enough. His words weren't dismissed as useless, but she had no intention of willingly obeying him, so she fought all the harder to resist, in order to exhaust the ensnarement rather than escape it immediately. So she was made to follow...

"Agreed, since I'm not actually your enemy." She stood up. "But what about physical condition. It doesn't matter if one knows how to swing a greatsword if they lack the physical capability to do so, they'll just hurt themselves. One cannot expect knowledge alone to help with skill, one needs...

“You’re in a rock. A pebble really. Even if you could see me it’s not like either of us could actually harm the other. But if you want I can always just leave you to go insane in the bottom of a river for the rest of eternity.” She said unfazed. Her body woke up and she took a few breaths...

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how.” She said to the voice. “As for your body, I don’t think that it’s anywhere near here. The fighting at the city ended yesterday, or the day before I think. But we’ve already moved several miles away to a small fortress.” Meanwhile her body was being toyed with by...

Her surprise almost lead her to drop the stone. But she didn’t, and instead she brought the pebble up to her eye level to peer curiously at it. She waited for a moment before talking to it. “Wait. What’s the matter with being here? I don’t like it here all that much either, but your reaction...

Despite willing herself to disobey, to attack, to stay down, anything but what he had told her to. But she found that while she could slow her obedience, she couldn’t stop it. She stood, her legs shaking with resistance, and began to walk with him. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t stop...

“Get used to disappointment there. I do now as I do because you have proven senior in skill. However, I was paid for my loyalty, so I owe my loyalty, and that means that I will not divulge the name of my client under any circumstances.” “That is true.” She said remembering that she had been...

She looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. “Already? No questions?” She didn’t disobey, she laid down as he gestured. And was again strapped down as a precaution. She asked. “So what exactly is this experiment going to be? Another dissection or something else?”

She leapt to her feet at the sound of combat. Nothing tore open this time. She was sore, but intact. Her weapons having been confiscated left her to use her spurs, her arms bent and ready to parry and grapple. She let her arms down a moment later. And stood calmly.