Recent content by Drake Elura

After hearing Flint's words Drake would give a bit of a nod moving towards the remaining thugs in the group. As he did so another ice hand would form where he had lost one. He'd step on top of the ice which lead up to the three men. Drake would walk across the increasingly slippery ice as if it...

As the man approached Drake he would wind up to throw a punch at him. Seeing this Drake would put one hand behind his back to begin forming an ice orb. He'd then put his other hand up to block the mans punch. The thug would swing his arm strongly towards Drake. Drake was however prepared, and...

"Fine with me." Drake would say putting his hands out as a solid coat of ice surrounded them. Each hand would become encased in a large one made of ice. Hands which ended in sharp pointed fingers that appeared capable of piercing cloth. Drake figured he'd need them for when the thugs got close...

"Yes... stay back until they come to us. Once they do that I can freeze their hands together with your help, or you can just knock them out." Drake would say to Flint as he began to rub his hands together. He'd take a few steps forward standing about ten feet away from the group. He'd draw his...

Drake would move quickly, and smoothly through the streets. As he always did since he didn’t want to be on them for long. Though this time he was moving with a purpose. One that could keep him busy on the streets for a bit. After a bit of walking he would reach the area where Flint last saw the...

“Yeah...” Drake would say walking over to the door. He was considering a few different options of how to handle the situation. Drake could attempt to get the drop on the men since they wouldn’t know him. He could also attempt to take them all down at once with one large spell. Though that would...

Drake would look at the man curiously. Somehow his thanks felt a bit empty as if there was something else there. Though it was a bit hard to read emotions when you were mostly without them yourself. “Nervous?” Drake would ask him standing up from his chair. “I could help.” He’d say dusting...

"I doubt that..." Drake would say thinking about the guards of the city. He'd never had all to good of an opinion on them. Though maybe he was a bit biased on that subject. As he very much was on anything having to do with the city. "They can't usually stop small groups... it's to easy for them...

“Hmm...” Drake would simply hum in response thinking about his answer to that question. “Relatively normal.” He would after some more thought. Certainly things had been a bit rougher lately after what he saw, but he would endure. Just as he always had. After he got his mask repaired he’d been...

Drake would look towards Flint after sitting down back at the desk. “An interesting thought.” He would say as he got back to work writing the scroll. Drake couldn’t say he hadn’t thought of it before. Though as much as he hated Elbion there was something keeping him there. For now at least...

Drake would look up from his scroll making direct eye contact with Flint. He never really cared much for heroics, and it seemed no good ever came out of them. Evident by the situation the man was in now after trying to help someone. Though he supposed he did owe the man something after what had...

Drake would stare at the man who entered his small temporary home for a while before realizing who he was. It was the man who had put together a job he partook in not too long ago. He'd look at the man waiting for him to explain what he was doing in Drake's house. Though he figured that answer...

Drake would watch the other man carefully as he entered the room. The man himself looked like somebody who could hold his own in a fight. Very clearly someone who would be useful in the upcoming battle. Though surprisingly Drake found himself paying more attention to the dog. The war hound...

Drake watched the woman as she entered the room. It appeared she had some sort of history with the other man. Though such details of a persons life were mostly irrelevant to Drake. There were more important things at hand, and he decided to do a little investigating. He'd look over to the map...

Drake would move quickly through the street looking for the place in which he was supposed to meet someone for a job. The place being a barbershop which he figured was owned by the job poster. Not that it necessarily mattered to him. What mattered to Drake was the job itself. It wasn't something...