Recent content by Feyrith

What her blade form held in power and swiftness was truly ailed by a lack of control. Feyrith's head cleared momentarily to find her blade sunk threw the cultist. It hadn't been her intention none of it. She had certainly felt some small desire to halt the woman being sacrificed but that had...

In the midst of the looming threat of wraiths the Orc found time to yell quite a bit of strange nonsense. She had initially assumed it was some anti-drow sentiment but it seemed that wasn't the case. It was some sort of personal grudge? Murder was a morally subjective term for someone of...

Feyrith met the furrowed brow of his gaze with confusion. Her eyes followed the sweep of his hand across the hall. The hush of acknowledgement or perhaps admiration completely foreign. Quietly she watched the patrons raise their glass with her own brows lowering in unease. Parsing this her...

From beyond the flames Feyrith heard shouts that sounded very little like halting. She would have liked to put the flame out seeing as it felt a neglect of duty to ignore it. Alas dealing with whatever the two trespassers were doing seemed a higher priority, and finding out what in the hells...

@Rae'twyn Suvalissaere\ Afanas In her inward spiral there were plenty of reactions she had anticipated from the ruby eyed stranger. An attack, a shout, or indifference perhaps, a wink had not been on the list. There was no mistaking it as a bit of dust in his eye it had been blatant in it's...

Being gifted of Night vision often lead one to draw the short stick on night duty. A small bonus might have been paid to the watch, given how her superior had impressed upon her that this additional stop on her route was of the utmost importance. The guard ought not keep an eye on private...

Afanas Rae'twyn Suvalissaere She met his words with a sympathetic eye. Violence in the sake of staving off further violence was a prospect she understood. Albeit she doubted anyone would be remembering her actions or her forebearers action below so pragmatically. Feyrith gave a small shake...

Afanas She met his reply with a slightly confused frown. Yet whatever question she might have she decided not to voice. Instead her eyes left the sword and rested vaguely on his face as she quietly listened to him explain his father's legacy. Impressive sounding indeed. Her expression remained...

"Alive?...." Feyrith murmured in a confused tone feeling a bit like a parrot. Enchanted swords were one thing, living was another. There was certainly something uncanny about the ruby eye. She half expected it to redirect it's glare or blink when he touched the pommel. "I cannot deny the value...

Unaware of watchful eyes Feyrith had settled into a much more comfortable stance. Her fingers lacing and hands resting casually in front of herself. Violet eyes survey the fanged smile through pale lashes. The sight of it should have put her on edge but the hint of something arcane in his...

Feyrith flinched as the hand moved toward her face. She stilled in an instant. Stiff under such an unfamiliar and intimate gesture. Somehow she felt the elegant hand held great strength. A small unreasonable thought lingered in the back of her mind. Oh how easy it would be for him to crush her...

His form was as imposing in it's grandeur, rarely had Feyrith been made to feel so small. She rested her hands lightly on her hips. Her nails similarly lacquered black but certainly much less talon-like. Her lips set in a tight line and her brows knit a little in thought. "To be judged on ones...

Her eyes rested on the offered hand like as wary as if it had been a knife. It was a simple gesture yet she felt trepidation all the same. Hesitantly, she reached out to shake it her hand well calloused from hard work. She was momentarily distracted by the title to respond. Her eyes flitting...

The moment the man's eyes passed over the board with disinterest it confirmed the question she knew was coming. "Yes. I am." She replied her voice deep and even. It was a line of inquiry she had gotten well used to answering. No matter how much she wished to avoid it altogether. Her tone didn't...

She took a swift step back with an instinctive wince, almost as if she had immediately expected him to swing on her. Her stance only marginally relaxing after hearing him speak. The realization of a glint of sharp teeth only hitting belatedly. So the rumors of night stalking beasts might be more...