Recent content by Faera Ayammetu

She crushed out the remains of her used up cigar as he lit up his and listened to his explanation. To her Tiefling were something new, and she could venture a guess as to why... But that was a different mystery to do with a certain someone within her organization. "An interesting story. Seems...

He explained his magic and it still sounded pretty demonic and unholy. Blood sacrifice in return for magic, such magic was often used to summon demons and dark lords in the past. Fiera went and recovered her rapier before following him. She tapped some ash from her cigar and took a few long...

Eh, debatable. It felt more like he was toying with her. Besides, he could simply be trying to trick her, demons did that. "Quite the sad story. Almost convincing." She raised the whip to attack again when he throws the knife. She scoffed when he missed and was about to follow through on her...

She stumbled back from his blast of force, her sword clattered to the side and she caught herself before she fell over, regaining her balance. She was positively grinning now with that cigar clenched between her teeth. She chuckled, "Children with cursed blood, no doubt borne by force and...

Sacrificing his hand was unexpected, but then again the blade didn't seem to effect him the way it did to normal demons. This inferred that he was either powerful or telling the truth, and she wasn't inclined to listen to a single word he said. The electrical shock jolted her and she was indeed...

Another demon rounded the corner. She grinned with the glowing cigar in her teeth, her eyes dancing with a dangerous light as the last dying flames of the demon diminished into nothingness. "My lucky day. That makes thirteen not counting your unfortunate summoners." She stood straight and aimed...

"Cui non inferorum uocare." "Cui non inferorum uocare." "Cui non inferorum uocare." "Cui non inferorum uocare." "Cui non inferorum uocare." Hooded figures stood in a circle around a five pointed star and a pentagram at the bottom of a pit deep beneath the city of Elbion, arms outstretched with...

She chuckled, holding her cigar to the side. "I'm flattered. But as I said, I take pride in my age, and comfort in knowing that my life won't stagger out for all eternity." She leaned forward on her elbows, letting out a stream of smoke. "When all is said and done... I don't suppose I care all...

She took out another stick and snapped it, the small flame lighting up the cigar. "I agree with you there. I'm practically an old lady myself, younger than you no doubt, but already I've seen things I would rather forget. The fountain of youth was guarded to keep others from making the same...

A thousand years. What knowledge must one gain from living a thousand years or longer... But it sounds so damn lonely. Even if everyone from your race lives as long as you do, you can hardly make any friends with another kind of person without fear of outliving them. As for herself, she was...

"Hm." She grunted in response as she set down her bottle and removed a cigar from her coat. She put it between her teeth without lighting it. "So you're on your way home then? It's been a good many years since I've visited Bhathairk. If there was a battle there then I assume it's people have...

She shrugged and picked up the gold and bottles. She moved over by the elf and leaned against the counter, opened the bottle and examined the contents. "I suppose it's you that I get to thank for a free drink. Though you don't seem to be in the mood for a celebration. Mind if I join you anyways...

This was a pleasant enough little Hamlet. The people weren't too nosey and the travelers were passively welcomed. In this torrential rain there was hardly a more heavenly sight than a sign reading, "The Pub". Faera didn't travel alone, or rarely at least. But she traveled with two of her most...