Recent content by Ianthir

A shrug. "I imagine they didn't know for certain, but they knew I wasn't a full-blooded elf and we live in the proximity of a human stronghold." It didn't take much to add two things together and come to a result that they all wished to believe anyway. "Indeed." He paused there and grew...

A chuckle there as he rubbed his wrists absently. "Worth a try, is it not?" Ianthir teased but did not press the issue. The human was right. The rash was already slowly fading away and in the next few hours would hopefully be gone entirely. He looked upon her with a level of bemusement next...

Slowly nodding there. "So a Dreadlord does not pass judgement?" It was a genuine question. Because to him the role was still a bit unclear. The name quite literally said they were Lords, so that suggested a degree of power. Yet Ralene seemed mainly to be an enforcer of some kind. Which was not...

"I do not suspect a Marshall and some soldiers will be able to quell the sort of hatred I experienced, Dreadlord Black." He eyed the concoction that the older woman had left with them. "What are the odds that she poisoned it before handing it over to you?" A soft sigh there. "Behold me. I...

Ralene "I see." He murmured there as he let those names wash over him. Some were familiar enough. Elbion had the greatest academy of magical learning. The only reason Ianthir hadn't gone there to begin with was because Vel Anir was closer and he assumed it would be possible to find some...

Ralene "Sounds positively... dreadful." He remarked finally and it was clear that Ianthir was positively satisfied with his own little pun. In truth this war between the elves and the humans was boring to him. Certainly, everyone seemed to want to lump him in with the elves. "Your people"...

Head tilt there at her reaction. It was clear that his questioning had caused a bit of a stir with her. Apparently these Dreadlords were famous for one reason or another. Of course, if he had been part of the civil society of Fal'Addas he would have known it all and then some. But nobody had...

His wounds would start knitting themselves together in the next hour. As such it was a good thing she was giving him the potion. Less suspicion. Ianthir accepted the bottle, his graceful fingers brushing her hand as he accepted, smiling at her with a thankful nod. "What would I do without...

He eyed the boy as he ran off and then finally the weaver. "I do not expect to stay here long enough for your, I am sure, delicious dinner making." Said sotto voice and so gently it was as if the weaver hadn't been in the crowd and cheering on his death just a few minutes ago. It was odd how...

A melodic chuckle slipped out of him. "Perhaps not, but perhaps your occupation simply does not allow you to be very trusting." Teasing there softly as he glanced around. "You may have temporarily stopped this. But I suspect that the moment you look away, they will try to come for me again."...

A soft smile there, playful, and shrugging again. "Would it be difficult to believe they told me no reasons nor rationale?" It was not strictly a lie. They hadn't told him anything. He also was deeply skeptical about their claim it was about the deer disappearances. Something told him they...

Right after Ralene took out the gag the 'elf' gagged even more, turning his head quickly to the side and retched up a thick string of oil and other garbage. The iron on her armor didn't hurt. Nothing hurt right now. But it also meant he wasn't experiencing joy from being rescued or anything...

Ralene Blup, blup, blup. From one moment he was burning and the next he was unceremoniously dropped into a trough of water. First Ianthir assumed they changed their mind. Not about his death, no, the kind of hatred in those eyes? Those might have wanted to prolong his suffering. Except...

They were chanting something. Speaking in tongues that Ianthir could not understand. It was an offering to the local spirits and gods. This specific hamlet believed that a ritual burning of elven blood would keep their crops healthy and standing for dozens of days to come. As one might...

A VILLAGE NEAR VEL ANIR Ralene Ianthir knew it had been a bad idea the moment they looked at him. It was not disinterest, neither fear, nor worry. No, there was hatred there. Inhumane hatred which had nothing to do with what Ianthir did. They couldn't have known he roamed the forests around...