Recent content by Fèlen

It was already time for her to leave Elbion. She had been looking forward to taking her time, enjoying her nights, making new acquaintances. Instead of delight, she was full of anxiety. The gnaw of it caused her to easily spook as a loud rapping sounded at the door just next to her. The knob...

There had been nothing done aside from assuring her that he was not there to kill her and tell her his name to display himself as friendly in her eyes. His silence permeated through the air, broken only by the soft patter of the rain that fell from the sky, swiftly enveloping the city in...

Her eyes grew wide as his body stepped into the spikes willingly, though without death or pain. A trick of the eye, succeeding in distracting her enough for him to appear again next to her, mocking her with a laugh. He was too close for her comfort, her own steps taken away and thoughtfully...

Exhaustion brought her slumping form to fall to her bed, a sigh passing her lips as her hands caught her falling head. The smell of gore filled the small room as Kal's blood continued to drip to the ground, indistinguishable against the sound of those still fretting outside. She winced faintly...

Even with the odds in their favor, the seven mercenaries had no chance. Their training had been nowhere near as extensive as training had been for the assassin. Her steps followed the rush of the crowds without reason to look back. Her night of festivities and celebration ruined by the gruesome...

The woman was sent on her way to return to her husband, either to leave him or forgive him, Fèlen didn't care which, as long as she was no longer bothered with the scorn. She offered an apologetic smile to the tender who had already moved around the bar and was collecting the shattered the...

She was an absolute brute of a woman, broad shouldered with a thick neck. Her attire hung around without any curve to indicate her femininity, her face round and scarlet with rage. Eyes that were somewhat too small for her bulbous face glared at the half-nymph with jealousy, looking over the...

With each swell of music her knees kicked up, soon becoming a game between her and the musicians. Mirth frothed from her lips as her head tilted back in jubilance, arms resting over her crest to show off her expertise foot work. Each sudden change of direction caused the weightless material...

Basilisks and crypts. Guards and haunted forests. When Fèlen had first arrived to this new land, she had been ready and eager to explore all it had to offer, delving into adventure after adventure, making new allies. And new enemies. After the forays she had entered, she was ready for a...

A gasp escaped now-pallid lips as yet another force knocked the halfling back. Mist receded from her vision, subduing the encroachment of angry spirits as she looked wildly at her surroundings. Silent wounds now howled, her features contorting in pain as she grasped at bloody shoulders, hissing...

Alive but dead. The contradiction of the curse chilled her bones, arms wrapping around herself as Ril'thilian continued to explain, leaving the windows once they were secured. This nature was angry and warped by evil magic. Bloodthirsty. It had been a subtle nag when she entered, but now the...

His blood would stain the floors, spilling from wounds and gashes made by their thirsty blades to bring him into the abyss of death, to join them in eternal suffering. The spirits hungered for it, eager for another to be part of their ranks as they hovered over Aldren, ready to strike. But just...

He had now seen what she was capable of, the darkest parts that she was ashamed of. The spirits continued to tear at the unmoving demon, yearning for more bloodshed whilst the largest of her ghouls pulled the severed hand away from her chest and threw it to the side. It kneeled before her, axes...

Even as the demon imposed over them, Fèlen remained in one location. Unmoving and quiet. She did not see the danger they were in, her thoughts overrun with the satisfaction of those she had risen and their desire to kill. They swarmed the demon, clinging and stabbing at it with ghostly weapons...

She continued to follow him, no longer trying to take lead as it was obvious that he would not allow it, deeming her worth protecting rather than allowing her to protect herself. Her gaze did not linger long on the paintings that adorned the damp hallways. She recognized the false templar, as...