Recent content by Hahnah

Hahnah gasped as the door to the Bluebird came open and the drunken man stumbled out. She ducked back into the shadowy alcove and closed her eyes. Not everyone was frightened by her, the man with the odd hat being the proof of that, yet she was reluctant to push her luck. She waited until the...

An effect Lazarus had upon Hahnah, regardless of intention, was that he disarmed her fear and uncertainty at having been discovered. Her mind simply drifted away from it. Far too busy was she trying to puzzle out what the man was saying to her, and this effort was plainly visible on her bemused...

Noise. Someone. There. Hahnah let out a hushed gasp, having been snapped immediately out of her reverence. She jumped up to her feet and pressed herself to the back of the alcove's cold stone. The alcove was much like a natural cave that monsters and animals often dwelled in--providing...

OUTSIDE THE BLUEBIRD TAVERN Night had come again. And at last Hahnah could move freely. For three nights she had been trapped within the huge and formidable city called Oban. She wanted desperately to leave, but for two reasons she could not. The front gates of the city were watched all hours...

Hahnah, still lost somewhere in the Kingdom of Dalriada, received the gift of the shield. She eyed it curiously at first, running her fingers along the edges as it lay on the ground. These were the chunks of metal or wood that armored men liked to protect themselves with. At least it was not...

Lieutenant Laython was a patient man, but here this virtue did not afford him much advantage. Time was a resource. His men were just outside the Stone's Throw, waiting for him out on the street with the detained criminals and civilians. This...matter with Hahnah was not supposed to take too...

Hahnah's bare feet touched the hardwood floor again, and still she was captivated by Oleg's ethereal arms, eyes tracking their motions as her mouth stood slightly agape. And the way he spoke of them, it, those arms as a whole. The manner in which he described them, Hahnah could have said the...

Hahnah hadn't realized that, despite her best efforts, her voice had climbed up from a desperate whisper to a louder plea. She flinched when Oleg shushed her, that realization bursting into her mind all at once, and she snapped clenched fists up to cover her mouth. No! She didn't want Laython to...

The door came flying open so suddenly and with such force that Hahnah leaped back along the wall in fright, nearly tumbling over the garderobe but saving herself from spilling face first onto the floor. The swinging lantern above cast all manner of crazed, slashing shadows across the walls and...

Lieutenant Laython gave a nod when Oleg asked about the elf (the part concerning his bladder was of minor, natural, consequence). It was likely for the best, as Hahnah had looked frankly awful when she rushed off to the privy room. Nausea or shock, probably the potent mixture of the two. Though...

Hahnah lay on the floor on the privy room. Just staring upward for a time. Eyes open and frozen. Breathing. Then she slowly lifted a hand up. Looked at it in the scant light of the dingy lantern hanging from the ceiling. Black. Her breath stilled in her chest, and she sat up. Looked quickly...

What has happened... ...to me? * * * * * Lieutenant Laython gave a solid nod when Oleg mentioned that he had already pledged his offer. When first he had heard the commotion from the Inn, he feared the loss of all his progress, that his hand had been tipped concerning the Stone's Throw and...

Something was wrong. Hahnah did not know what, but she could feel it. Within her chest. Within her very heart, it seemed. Still she held her hand over her chest but it did not do much--it was as if Oleg had punched her instead of the club-wielding woman. It had started, very faint at first...

Hahnah nodded vigorously (as much as she could nod, with the back of the club-wielding woman's head in her face and the hardwood floor beneath) when Oleg had said You need MY help, taking his question as straightforward and genuine. Immolate her? Remove her soul? Tear her body apart? Hahnah...

Ringing. The sensations of awareness returning. First in a slow trickle, then a tide. Hahnah's eyes creaked open, one followed by the other, and the lids of each were laden with disorientation. From the floor she heard the shouting, the commands, the insults. She heard glass being broken, wood...