Recent content by Fieravene

Such a humble thing. "I try to learn something from everyone I meet but admittingly I've not met many willing Anirians. Show me how the Anirian Guard trains its archers?"

"Indeed?" Fi lofted a brow, "Masonry... what a terribly fascinating art form and fortuitous for your parents as I understand there is a wealth of stone quarries in the Anirian basin. Business must be good given the amount of stone architecture I remember from before." Though she was happy to...

"Thank you, dove," the elf's red eyes narrowed above a saccharine smile, wry amusement plying the points of her expression. Such sweet sentiments from the young woman. What good sportsmanship - but did she detect a sense of humble self degradation? All the better; it was but seasoning on a...

Amused for many reasons, the elf held the young woman's gaze with a keen but unintrusive stare. Her smile broadened as she leaned in just a bit closer, white teeth bright against her ashen complexion, "Happens to the best of us." Bad luck. Good luck. Fi wasn't sure she really subscribed to...

ARCHERY RING - Colette Olvir At the post a dark, wiry figure leaned with an amused twist to her lips and a wry glint to her gaze. Fieravene had seen the entire spectacle and had, in fact, arrived early so she wouldn't miss a single moment of it. Phillip Godslayer was the greatest showman to...

Indeed, that would be me and our thread you bailed on. :P Welcome back.

Knowing the nature of fae as well as she did, Fieravene might have remarked that mountain giants would have been a better bet for their effort. Alas, it was not her skill to read minds nor her desire to tell people what to do. She was merely a messenger. A carrier of opportunity or misfortune -...

The elf patiently listened as the man confirmed her suspicions of his group's lust for coin. The predictability of humans had yet to surprise her. If anything took her unaware, it was creativity and ingenuity - never greed or hubris. "We received complaint about unwelcome vermin of the magical...

"Indeed?" the elf's red eyes narrowed over a small smirk, "Perhaps one day I shall, since you so insist." Her tone was not exactly the warm and friendly sort one would invite into their trusted companions company. But whether or not Brynneld was right to be wary or suspicious of her remained...

"I thought I might find you here," the voice of murder-eyes echoed in behind Brynneld several nights later, and she dark elf stepped in from the evening's fresh and cool breeze. The heat wave had broken...as much as any heat could break in the desert city, and the citizens of the Empire enjoyed...

For fun, of course. She might have said, were she presently not enraptured in the hymns of the horrible ancients. As the dark elf continued to speak, her voice grew ever more present, ever more powerful. It reverberated against the flames before her, making them shudder and quake despite their...

"Well..." Fiera mused as she watched expectantly for several moments. Expectations quickly faltered into disappointment. Disappointment shifted into annoyance. "Oh for Fonzie's sake. You can't have both of them I need one-" and then the flames belched Kade back out and the boy went reeling...

Didn't need to tell her twice to be quick. Fieravene was many things, but too prideful to run from incoming unknown danger was not one of them. She hastily made her exit from the room with the others at her side and lead the way along the south hall toward the silhouette of the tower at the end...

"Different dames have different games," Fieravene offered wryly to Noelani while she retook her previous seat upon the cushions, "and we are both eager seekers of the new. We would love to play." Though of a refined, lithe build, Fiera's cheeks hollowed as she drew upon the hookah stem and...

Fiera stood straight-backed with her arms lightly folded behind her, an air of austere smugness about her befitting only of someone who rather loved watching the exchange of emotions on all in attendance. The shock. The awe. The surprise. Worth every drop of sweat across that wretched desert...