Recent content by Evaine

In Malakath daemons were a non-concern. They were hunted by the very same thing that ate Dreadlords as a snack. Evaine briefly imagined Crimson stalking through the town, massive clawed feet stomping through the wooden houses like sticks, its great bloodied skull snapping up the villagers with...

"Then you haven't lived," Evaine replied flatly as she tucked her wheaten blond hair back into a low tie and pulled the cowl of the robes over her head. It was less to hide her identity than it was simply to remain inconspicuous. She'd seen plenty of these Priests and Priestesses milling about...

Of all the places to be sent. Of all the half-baked plans. In the quiet corner of an enemy city, breaking the neck of some unsuspecting Radiant Church nun and stuffing her body into a fish barrel. How did she go from surviving the wilds of Arethil's most untamed and monstrous lands to gutting...

Two minutes was about the amount of time necessary for the Dreadlord to check over her horse and take stock of her current supplies. Rations were adequate after a few nights of successful hunts. Fire starter was running a bit low, and though she was sure the other Guardsmen likely had their own...

Evaine stood in calm quiet, unsmiling as she slowly pulled her hands free of her riding gloves tucked the effects neatly into the loop of her horse's breastcollar. Though the Dreadlord made no eye contact with the man, she was listening. To him. To the scuffling men. Just a silent mountain...

These were not lands that held any familiarity. Situated far from what once was home and between what felt two separate lives, a Dreadlord cut an unhurried pace along the road at the back of her party. Dubbed Captain Cutthroat for the stories told of her adventures far across the southern sea in...

Exempt from the conversations of the others simply due to proximity, Evaine kept quiet and remained ever vigilant. To become lost in conversation was a death sentence out here - one had to keep alert. Malakath had proven to be as deadly as the Ixchel Wilds, though its predators were...

The eggs went under silent scrutiny from Evaine as she listened to Lothar's murmured reply. There was no need to share the rumors with the class - likely some, if not all of them, already knew. The colony wasn't very big and if she learned anything from her days spent among the compact community...

"Get it out of your system now, Lope," Evaine arrived on scene just early enough to witness the short exchange between the two. Living among the colony for the last five years had allowed those that had survived the time and opportunity to get to know one another fairly well. Well enough to know...

Indeed it was. Even Daera could sense it, taste it, feel it in the air she walked through. It hung, dense and nearly tangible like a heavy, ancient fog. A miasma of Arethil's many cultures and ages. Even despite the origins of much of it being that of the slava it held her with a certain...

There was no preparation in the world that could have equipped her for this meeting. Despite her several centuries of life, Dahldaera had never once yet come across a slava human face to face in such ... close proximity. Slava were not even allowed within the confines of the capital palace of...