Recent content by Fennec

Small talk. The bane of any serious Dreadlord's existence and no less annoying than a gnat in the ear for Fennec. She ignored it, though her nose did wrinkle at the very idea of being lead by anyone. At the very least Orchid seemed to have prior tutelage in the art of the waltz, which was...

She stared for a beat then lifted her hands. [Focus.] As others in the class moved into position with their own partners, Fen's black gloved hands then shifted to assume proper waltz stance as well; one held aloft for Orchid to take in his own hand while the other settled at just above his...

"We are not - the nullifier," Ygris called back with a backward glance over her shoulder to show she was grinning, "is our bounty. He must be taken alive and, preferably, unharmed. Everyone else is fair game... in fact!" Her horse scrambled along a narrowing of the trail before popping over a...

Well, no surprise that the other Initiates had quickly paired themselves off to avoid being paired with her. If Fennec could complete the task on her own, she would have. Perhaps the Proctor would offer to fill the spot since the class was at an odd number- The door opened and Fen's face...

She'd pressed on to lead them out of Vel Angbar, listening as they went while Gantri took up the rear. Ygris remained quiet, ruminative, but not overall displeased with their answers. "That's a trick," Ygris remarked on the wall comment, "but no walls today. We're dealing with a band of...

Fennec had attended every etiquette class she'd been present on Academy grounds for. Though well versed in much of these lessons already thanks in part to private tutoring arranged by Harkenov, it behooved her to learn under another mentor in order to ensure she had all her bases covered...

The pair of them moved to their horses at another hitching post and mounted up. A full battle armor complement gave off a dull, war-battered gleam from Gantri's larger, stout charger while Ygris' smaller brown destrier featured lighter leather coverings. In comparison to the two seasoned...

Time passed. The library remained quiet. Ygris paged through her notes one last time before stopping abruptly and looking up at nothing in particular. Sharp intrigue colored the lines of her face as she hummed in alert, "They are here. Greet them, won't you." Gantri closed his journal and...

Vel Angbar Briarthorn Hall Dreadlord Ygris Magantir sat surrounded by a massive collection of books and tomes in the library of Briarthorn Hall. To her left, books on rare magic principals, practices, artefacts, and the histories therein. To her right, books on Vel Anirs vast territories, with...

A feather quill flip-twirled down from the rafters of the new tavern Livia Quinnick had chosen for their stakeout. It landed with a gentle clatter on the table between the three, followed shortly by the creased poster upon which the Songbird's signature was clear as day. Should one of them look...

And as before, Fennec sensed him before he appeared. This was becoming a an odious sort of recurrent theme, like the smell of a skunk before it struck, and sure enough... The whites of her eyes narrowed as she glanced at him over her shoulder, then shifted to look down at the new wardrobe...

The Arrowfame Inn Vel Ortair It was deep night when Fennec arrived, she and her horse walking in along the lane through a misty, overcast evening that blotted out both moons. The dew clung to everything, even the echo of the destrier's ambling clip-clop-clip-clop, and gave the evening a...

Fennec would not deny being stubborn, but her stubbornness had a purpose and there was a method to all things. Structure. Discipline. She wasn't about to twist around in order to sign her response to him with her hands, so two of her mystes formed hand shapes and took care of the task for her...

Her mystes had picked up on the odd presence of magic as they rounded the bend, instinctively coiling out from her back with a investigatory defensive posture. Fennec knew something was up ahead, and readied herself with a hand at the pommel of her sword, but her own preparations did not keep...

Was he not aware that the Academy held claim over all of their lives? Nothing was their own, not even their minds. How strongly his ignorance and inexperience here showed. She did not give his badgering a response, but continued to tack up the horse. None of it was relevant to the mission at...