Recent content by Ereven Theruvanen

Even with his many years of experience and the countless monsters he'd slain, as the dragon grew closer, Ereven found himself slightly unnerved. She was, after all, a dragon, not something to be trifled with even by whatever gods there were in this world, although given he'd claimed a few by...

It was a curious thing as the dragon approached him; a gravity it was, he thought, that must have pulled them together to this moment, or perhaps the twisted designs of some fate-weaver beyond the mortal coil guiding their actions. He'd seen this before: the proud warrior, the proud dragon...

The old elf had been lounging by an old elm tree when the chaos had begun. High above the forest and hamlet nearby the sun shone with a brilliance that gave the small collection of homes an almost idyllic look, the vibrant greens contrasting well with the thatched roofs of human dwellings with...

The correction left Ereven slightly speechless, as it seemed to defy conventional logic, but these were two young lovers, and as he'd known from saving one-too-many a lost human lover, both male and female, the heart was hardly a rational thing. "My apologies; I suppose it would be strange to...

There was much to ask, but for the moment, Ereven was happy to accept the Strider from Taliyah. He could certainly afford a horse, but these days he wandered not to go from place to place, but to distract himself from his grief and his aching soul. So too were these travelers another...

Though Arastan's tone was jovial, and Taliyah's was similarly joyous--as two betrothed perhaps should be--he shared little of their enthusiasm, for his was a road devoid of such happiness, and had been for longer than most mortals could even remember. "Safety in numbers oft means safety only...

Noting the guards, Ereven suspected that the wish for his company was, at least not initially, tied to his skill-at-arms, which gave him some relief as well; he'd spent his early years working as a sellsword of sorts, but he was a seasoned adventurer and fighter of more years than most mortals...

Ereven waited for the two to introduce themselves before continuing, taking a moment to consider his opposition should they turn out to be hostile, though this was highly unlikely given they had helped against the wolves--such acts of treachery and deceit had happened to him on more occasions...

He closed his eyes. Not today, then. Ereven's concentration was broken by the sudden whistling of arrows through the trees, striking some of the dire wolves. Some fell, others ran at their wounds; the one in the center, however, stayed. It bared its teeth at Ereven now, too focused on the elf...

Sunlight peeked through some of the treetops above the wooded road where Ereven had been traveling, down to the dirt path and small scrub below. Trees of various sizes and heights surrounded the elven warrior in his teal mirthril plate armor, towering above him and providing the cover of verdant...

Ereven is a warrior of almost legendary skill at this point; he doesn't quite fit into the mold of nobility, but his existence might be of some interest to some of the nobles who might see value in having a capable warrior in their service, or otherwise working for them. He could even be hired...

The sage nodded at Ánië's answer. His eyes remained shut as they began to speak, their voice seemingly echoed as a magical energy began to circle the druidic stones in the center of the terrace. "Though you be a daughter of elven blood, my eyes cannot see you. You speak of memories, and of...

Ereven simply nodded at her assertion about Taluei. "It is as if my own soul were cleaved in twain," he said. "Yet I must not dwell on it. For now, I have purpose, and that purpose lies with you. We should finish here, and then seek out Tanendir." He would quietly finish his meal after that...

Ereven's plate arrived not too long after Ánië's, with some fresh venison and a variety of different roasted vegetables to eat. He didn't much care for fine cuisine, even though dinners like these were the majority of what he'd eaten for most of the time he'd been alive. Being in a large city...

He watched Ánië's face with interest, his brows narrowing as she spoke of a harrowing tale and some distant past--at least to her memory--and a faraway land from whence she came. It seemed such memories were distressing as her face contorted in familiar expressions of sadness and suffering...