Recent content by Genevieve

Genevieve moved out of the way as soon as Kasimir's coughing fit began. It was best to give him space now that he appeared to be alive and the decision was further justified after the boy's lunch came back up. A judgmental look was pointed at Kala but the ex-Dreadlord was far too exhausted to...

She felt a sense of relief as Kala insisted this wouldn't be a long term arrangement. That was perfectly fine by her, the children needed to learn an honest trade and a thief would be a terrible influence. The horrors of Vel Anir had likely already tainted their moral compasses, rubbing elbows...

The sandy-blonde haired Anirian winced at the mark on Kasimir's skin, her stomach turning over when the lad's back lifted. Goosebumps filled her arms and the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention when that awful scream was let loose from his throat. Genevieve was motionless. As if...

Genevieve winced at the reference to her as a slaver. She wanted to scream at the tiefling in that moment. Deny it and correct her. She'd been just as much of a prisoner, taken in as a Dreadlord when she was but a girl. Barely avoiding the gallows and forced to work on the Forsaken projects...

Steal? They were in the home of a common burglar? And relying upon this thief to save both of the children? Genevieve kept her objections to herself. Clearly they didn't have many options and whatever the cutpurse had done to Rumer seemed to be working. The Anirian nodded as Nathaira...

Where on Arethil were they? The inside of the unassuming building looked far more lavish than any of the rooms she'd seen when she was in service to House Urahil. This Kala person must have been a member of some royal family or perhaps she run an incredibly successful business. Those were the...

Kala's instructions were clear, she nodded to confirm and then firmly held the girl by her arms. In the time between hear healing ability ending and prior to the tiefling's counter-rune beginning the former Dreadlord could feel the child's movements slow. Eventually, Rumer's breaths halted...

Their marks where killing them? Genevieve wouldn't let that happen. They'd suffered enough from Norris and their other Anirian masters. They'd suffered enough from the atrocities that occurred after she had healed them. It wasn't fair, wasn't right. They deserved a chance at a fair life...

Genevieve fell to her knees and gasped air for a brief second. She caught the gaze of the half-snake, seeing the desperation in her face forced the Anirian into action. Rushing forward the former Dreadlord put a hand on the child’s cheek. Her skin radiated heat and blood began to pool out of...

Not the place to get lost, she thought as she readied herself to move directly forward, following in the wake of the older two Forsaken. Genevieve stepped forward, through the threshold, grasping the young girl's hand tightly back as they made their way through the maze of lights. The silver...

Her mouth fell open as the portal appeared on the wall. Magic wasn't as unusual to those who grew up in the Dreadlord Academy as it was to regular Anirians but something as unusual as this was still far from most of the magics Genevieve had been exposed to. The sandy-blonde haired woman looked...

A key and a portal... now all they needed was a map to whomever this, 'Kala,' person was. Genevieve didn't bother to voice any of the dozen concerns she held onto. Instead she simply nodded at the ogress, feigning an understanding of whatever dark arts the group had walked itself into. There...

Kala? A playing card? What was even happening now? In the morning Genevieve had woken up to another day of service to Vel Anir. Woken up to a boss she hated, making preparations for the poor children she'd seen absued time and time again, and expected to see further mistreatment to the poor...

A loud huff rushed out of Genevieve's mouth while she struggled to help Nathaira carry the injured man inside. His limp body was more difficult to carry due not just to his weight but also the concern she still had that the half-naga would inject a venomous bite into her flesh at the first...

It was difficult enough to enjoy the ride considering they were atop a giant spider and she'd just watched her employer be killed. In fact, the thought of being strewn up by Anirian authorities was a hard thing to forget. But what made the ride so much more unpleasant was the hot breath of one...