Recent content by Faelyn Daestra

The archways and cushioned seats were even more impressive up close - was that red velvet trimmed in gold? On literally hundreds of seats? And was the ceiling hand-painted? And were the columns made of hand-carved mahogany? Mages certainly knew how to decorate. The green elf wandered gracefully...

Purple lips parted in a sigh before the green elf sauntered into the guard room. Golden eyes looked from the dead guard to the Abomination. "Creeeeepy," she said slowly, "And before we go, I need my stuff." Green fingers deftly caught the blade the pirate tossed through the air. This pirate...

A green eyebrow raised curiously - 'special cases' indeed. The green elf decided to take that as a complement. Yellow eyes winced at the sudden light flooding the elf's cell. It wasn't bright light by any means, but it was brighter than what she was used to, and that was enough to hurt her...

Faelyn shrugged her shoulders at the Abomination. His gaze made her shudder. There was something so, so wrong with him. She much preferred when his attention was elsewhere - especially on those that would hurt them. Faelyn snorted at rolled her eyes at Zufar el Hassan. "Spoil sport," she...

Purple lips spread into a grin as the sound of metal slamming against metal echoed down the hallway, quickly following by the thud of metal against wood. Faelyn sauntered back towards her cell door, peeking out at the slumped forms of the guards on the ground. He may be insufferably vain, but...

Though her feet kept propelling her forward, Faelyn felt her heart jumped as her mind went numb. Magical absorption? She didn't hear a single word he spoke after, thoughts and memories tumbling through her mind. Memories of her parents overwhelming disappointment at her lack of magical prowess...

Faelyn squeezed through the doors, her movements fluid and graceful, the natural way of the elves. She fell in line next to him again, having to pick up her stride every so often as he changed direction, taking short cuts she couldn't have guessed. She kept her eyes open, trying to determine...

Faelyn rolled her yellow eyes. With vanity and confidence like that? Zufar el Hassan was definitely a pirate. A pirate an a con man, most likely. She took a step back from the door, lowering her hands from the openings' small sill. She huffed and turned around, pressing her back against the...

Dab

Faelyn picked up her feet as Cosmin made room next to him walking in step with him. Match the mannerisms, the body language, the tone, the expression - an easy way to win over unsuspecting prey. The lessons she learned over a lifetime came to her almost without thinking. Oh, I'm certain...

His body language softened, his expression eased, and a small smile even tugged his lips; she couldn't help but return that smile as he shook her hand. Her deception was working admirably. A normal person might feel relief at the trickery, or thankfulness at being undiscovered, but Faelyn felt...

Yellow eyes blinked incredulously at the dark-haired human looking down at her on the other side of the barred opening. Orc?! How rude! She had half a mind to rebuke him. And why did all human males have to be so tall? It was so humiliating to be shorter than them. "Ha ha," she replied...

"Uhm, ya, makes sense," she said with a small smile, shifting her feet. She looked at him, then away at the floor, then up him again, allowing a blush to creep up her cheeks. Every creature loved to be flattered, for another to be held awkward and flappable in their presence - starting with a...

Whistling echoed down the hallway connecting several small jail cells, the tawdry tune coming from one of the closest cells to the locked hallway door. Inside the cell, a bare foot swing swing back and forth, ankle resting on bent knee. Yellow eyes stared at the dark ceiling above, gaze trailing...

Just a little farther... The elf froze mid-step as hazel eyes turned on her, the edges of her cloak swaying against her calves before the fabric grew as still as she. She swallowed nervously. A thousand situations flew through her mind, crashing into one another: he was going to call the guard...