Recent content by Eryx Thorne

He was quietly glad the Thanny had stopped arguing and followed instructions. Eryx climbed up from the corpse with a grunt, armor slick with ichor. His gaze swept the chamber, assessing, counting threats. Nothing moved. Then he spotted the fallen blade. He crossed the stone and bent, lifting...

Eryx braced for the strike, muscles coiled, blade drawn back for a clean upward arc.. ..but the Thanny moved first. Steel flashed. Tharion’s blade met the oncoming limb, intercepting the blow meant for Eryx’s ribs. For the briefest moment, Eryx’s eyes narrowed in surprise. He’s faster than he...

Eryx bristled at the mercenary’s language, his jaw tightening with palpable disapproval. “Such a foul mouth,” he muttered, almost to himself. A subtle shake of his head followed, slow and disappointed, as if scolding a misbehaving squire. He said nothing more. Not until the man snapped again...

Eryx landed with a solid thud on the final platform, boots grinding against ancient stone. The slab beneath him groaned again, dust billowing around his feet, but it held. He straightened slowly, casting a cold look back toward the dragon rider just as the man barked his useless observation...

“Dragging me up?” Eryx scoffed, voice raw and flat. “You people can’t even manage to wipe your own-” He paused, jaw twitching. “…boots without your dragon doing half the work.” The whistle in his nose undercut the jab, a pathetic high-pitched note at the end of his breath that made his eye...

The landing was nothing short of catastrophic. Armor met stone with a deafening crash, metal plates grinding like thunder as Eryx hit the earth shoulder-first, rolled, and slammed unceremoniously onto his side. The impact was dulled by scale-lined limbs and years of training, but his helmetless...

The clearing was too quiet. No shouting. No babbling. No wheezing from Tiny. Not even Grom’s grating commentary about cursed ruins and dwindling markets. Just silence. Eryx stepped cautiously across the uneven stone, scanning the area with measured precision. They had vanished…completely. Into...

Eryx squinted through the firelight, saw the dragon, then groaned audibly as he looked at the man accompanying it. “A Thanny? All the way out here?” Because of course it was. Fate had a sense of humor. A bad one. Before he could spit another word, a high-pitched shriek split the night. Tiny...

When Eryx Thorne first took the trials, survived the convulsions, and stepped forth bearing the scaled sigils of a Draconic Knight of Thagretis, he had envisioned a life of glory. Battles of legend. Duels beneath crimson banners. The respect of kings. Bards weaving tales of his exploits into...