Recent content by Evaine

She made no comment to the beasts, known or not, of Malakath being scary. It hardly mattered now. Evaine was a creature that lived in the moment with her eyes on the future and for her? That future was getting her father out of prison. If that meant dealing with the annoyance of a man-child bard...

The bard received a curious look from the Dreadlord as she made her way slowly but steadily across the deck, ensuring her path would not put her in that of others already going about their duties. "Hm," she responded, seemingly disinterested in such nonsensical things as apologies or empathy...

She did not hold on. Did not slow in her pace nor waiver for a moment. His words echoed after the Dreadlord, falling upon cold, uncaring shoulders and a spine of steel. Whatever he had to say about her father was his own business and he had no business trying to impress himself upon hers...

Hearing her own voice come from somewhere else other than her own mouth was certainly unsettling, but perhaps not for the reason most would think. In Malakath, there was a creature she had managed to avoid direct contact with but had experienced its presence on numerous occasions. The stark...

He would be waiting a long time for that; the Dreadlord was a woman of few words. Something he would learn... eventually. "What about you, Master Ispir?" Bartok looked to the bard and straightened where he stood, "Have you any magic abilities?" Evaine leaned forward, turning the map for a...

The guards were not wholly unexpected. Enough intel on the Radiant Church spoke of its integration with the military of Cortos. Who was pulling whose strings, however, remained much a mystery. Evaine had a strong hunch the Church was the puppet master behind the curtains of Cortosi society...

"No need," replied Bartok, "if you're known here it may play to our advantage. You can serve as a distraction." Whether that reputation that preceded the bard was good or bad, it mattered not to them. Either could be used to draw attention in equal measure. The only difference was the...

Placing himself beside her at the table the group presently gathered around was certainly a bold move. Several soldiers gave the bard side-eye but Evaine nary batted an eye at him as her second-in-command, Private Bartok, smoothed a map of their destination city across the table. "We arrive...

"He didn't teach you well enough, then," Evaine replied after some length of silence following his words. She did not turn to look at him, but instead left him with her back. He being part of her father's past and now sharing much the same fate as he would give her even more things to think over...

Out of anyone in present company he could have disrobed in sight of, Evaine was perhaps the least likely to make any remark or spare him much more than a glance as she passed him a uniform set. Though her gaze noted the blue markings of his skin, these sort of things were rather normal for a...

"Oh-" LaRue raised a brow at Ispir's elegant bow, "a polite bard. What a pleasant change of pace..." she laughed, "you are welcome on my ship, Master Ispir, so long as you follow my rules. Master Coltair and her retinue can keep you apprised..." With that the Captain offered Ispir a smile that...

"We aren't even on the sea yet, kid," replied the Anirian from the boat with a roll of his eyes as he hefted supply crates on board with the others. The Dreadlord eyed her tiny bard without a word then shifted her gaze to look up over his head. "I'm the Captain on this ship," said a voice...

The quill in her hand slowed and then fell still. She did not move, did not shift her gaze to look back at him, did not stop her steady rhythm of breathing. Hugo's words were the equivalent to the sounds of Malakath's wilds. Every syllable a nuanced chirp or rumble that could herald the fate of...

Well at the very least, one portion of this mission would be easy. Nothing else would be. Evaine continued to row. She broke no sweat nor seemed winded. For as fast as their boat was moving across the waves of the bay, it was a feat that would have taken two strong and fit men to match. The...

"Their bloody Sunfather," said the Anirian, fishing a large religious book from a satchel and tossing it none-too-gently toward Ispir, "read up. You've got a week to get familiar." The book itself was the Scriptures of Radiance, a tome of the Radiant Church's holy histories and the Sunfather's...