Recent content by Indrani the Huntress

After exploring the guild and gathering a few materials for her return to the forest, Indrani made her way to the mess hall. It was a large, spacious room, lined from wall to wall with rows of trestle tables. There weren't many people about, given the odd hour. She saw Pasha and Robert sitting...

"This is the Everbow," Gerard explained as they walked. "It's a mithril infused bow that is magically enchanted to never decay under any weather. It has shot power many times stronger than a normal longbow, and its draw is effortless. It is the greatest weapon a campaigning archer could ask for...

Teagan followed after Gerard when he began to march off in the wrong direction. His head injury, Indrani realized, was much more serious than she'd thought. Truthfully, he needed to rest, but neither the swamp nor the forest would allow them any respite tonight, so long as there were gnolls...

"I will return later with oil and flame. If we cannot bury them the human way then I will do so the elven way." She was adamant. Funeral rites were no small thing in her culture. For the soul of a dead elf to pass on to Arbreallniehin, the dead mortal shell had to be given to the earth- buried-...

"There are none save you," Teagan replied. "It is not because you are not welcome, but our archers are not up to elven standards so many do not stick around long." Indrani thought it rather short sighted of her fellow elves to join a company of human bowmen expecting to find equals. They were...

"A pleasure to meet you, Teagan Monroe." Officer of the Troop? Indrani had her pegged for a ranger. The elf's true name was a mouthful and a half, and one that she didn't give out often...but these humans had fought and bled with her. "My name is Indrani'ldanarii'eilith, but you may call me...

The gnoll forces broke, scattering to the winds like flies, and a heavy silence settled over the battlefield. Indrani wiped her longknives clean on a dead gnoll, then wiped them again with a cloth she'd retrieved from one of her many pockets, for the gnoll had been nearly covered in blood...

The mad cackling of gnolls rang throughout the swamp, and beneath it the song of battle. Indrani had lost two more applicants. One knelt in the mud, grimy face twisted in a grimace, a crossbow bolt jutting from his shoulder, and the other had perished after he ran screaming into the fog when...

Gradually, the verdant forests and game trails gave way to vast marshlands that were wreathed in dense fog. Soft loam became softer mud, squelching wetly underfoot. The trails they followed seemed to disappear as the walked them, swallowed by fog and thick reeds. Indrani despised swamps. There...

What did you have in mind?

When the first portion of the test drew to a close, there were only eight applicants left. Already, half the field gone. Her half-hearted attempt at secrecy long forgotten after her showboating, Indrani lowered her hood, the points of her ears peaking out from beneath a curtain of long, dark...

Gerard didn't seem very impressed by her shooting. "You sure you don't want to shoot all 40?" he asked, just as she was moving away. She paused mid stride and stepped back into her stance, lips still twisted in the gentlest of smirks. She could no more turn down the opportunity to shoot than a...

Gerard marched to the front of the throng and addressed the crowd. Indrani had neither lodging, food, nor gold, but she didn't truly need any of the three, having long grown used to slumbering beneath the stars and hunting and foraging for sustenance. Still, now that she was on her own and far...

The plains of Allir Reach stretched to the horizon, the fertile flat lands dotted with farmsteads and the occasional tree. Beyond the Brotherhood's archery range the plains grew into rolling hills and dense forests- Indrani heard the distant trill of a lark, a high piercing note. She began to...

Either way works for me.