Recent content by Eamon Thorne

Aristeia Darke Near three centuries? Her kind? His eyebrows could not climb any further up his skull, but by the winds they tried. "And what sort of kind is that?" Eamon asked curiously. He wasn't a stranger to strange things. Up until now Eamon thought that he was the strangest thing in the...

Claiming new land. In other words, wage war, to carve out a kingdom of their own. "So if you aren't a princess right now, you certainly have designs to be." Half a tease and half just an observation of fact. But then his expression grew more serious when she dug into what had happened. "It is...

His eyes followed hers to her sister. Not in a million years would he have assumed they were siblings. For one, her sister was huge, secondly her hair was as red as Aristeia's was white. All-consuming. But he was not one to start asking too many questions about these sort of things. "You are...

"I see, but then again... who deserving of punishment would admit it?" Teasing her again but looking surprised and then interested at her follow-up question. "I am better than most." This would sound like a boast. Except that Eamon didn't look very boastful. It was delivered as a...

He smiled softly. "In my experience the future is such a malleable and enduring thing..." Eamon shrugged. "What is made in one night, can be unmade just as well." What did he have to offer? Eyebrows quirked up. "That depends on the recipient, Princess." Darke had refused the title of...

Natasha Meliant Cosimo Imiliane "I have no earthly idea." He murmured softly as he watched Meliant oscillate between frightening the serving wench to causing his chair to creak under the weight of his armor. That one was dangerous and Eamon decided to keep an eye on that one, certainly...

Aristeia Darke He smirked there. "Yeah, I don't find much enjoyment out of these places either." Eamon drawled as he watched her closely. She did seem a touch judgemental, which only underlined the possibility that she was a princess. But the shock had seemed genuine when he offered it as a...

He looked her up and down. "You sure? You have the look of it." Said lightly as he went back to pouring himself another tankard while carrying the conversation. "As if one of your gazes could burn a person alive... and that that is only correct." Taking a sip from his tankard and smiling...

Alliria House Archton's Keep This was not his usual scene. He didn't really enjoy feasts and parties where the wine flowed and people made merry. But ever since he returned to the city after his long absence he had been reconnecting with people from his past. Specifically the ones who knew...

The one person he was not expecting this den of vices was Natasha. She was one of the few creatures in the world who knew his true self. Much like he knew what she truly was. Was she the one who...? No, because when she greeted him it was with surprise. "Ah, dearest." He drawled as he settled...

The Blind Luck was basically the same sort of establishment Eamon had frequented a hundred times over. Low ceilings, thick air, you could either get your throat cut here or you could make a fortune depending on your fortune. He liked places like this. If need be, he could disappear into the...