Recent content by Irman Harefoot

Allir Reach, a region of much safety and little wealth. Perhaps the most fertile land in all of Epressa, it was once fought over to know end, until decisively it fell into human hands. Not it exists almost silently, protected and exploited by both merchants from Alliria and lords who lay claim...

After several weeks of trudging through the jungles of Ixchel, Irman Harefoot had finally made it to Mallian. The tropical port city was a welcome change to the crushing humidity of the in-land wilds, but with it came a familiar challenge… money. The cost of getting a spot on a boat headed...

The impact was like a storm that lasted for but a single moment. Irman was flung from his perch as he called out to Evangeline— A chaos of wood and leaf replacing the dense jungle visage in an instant. Irman curled himself into a ball as sound and stimuli overtook him and he lost all sense of...

Irman’s ears perked as he heard the sounds of javelins clacking and branches rustling. “Get down!” He shouted, as he narrowly dodged a sudden barrage of feathered darts. The recently freed slaves were not so lucky. Some cried out in pain, while others were still so locked into the daze that...

‘forest soldier’ ? Irman couldn’t help but want to glare at the ‘good lady’, but looked away instead. It was odd that out of so many things he had been addressed as, something so innocuous could bother him so peculiarly. Perhaps it was the time, the place, the— It didn’t matter, not really...

The sound of fighting hit Irman well before he made it back to the Estate gardens. It really made him wish he had brought his hat, even though it clashed with his current outfit. Of course, how could he know that the party would be interrupted by screeching gargoyles. “Maybe I should just...

Irman asked his questions and was met with honest but painfully brief answers. He had definitely arrived in Ixchel, a decent ways from The portal stone. This Evangeline character had arrived by portal stone herself, and had come to the wilds to test her skills. Although, soon after she...

The mysterious woman had a look of nobility about her, though her eyes were anything but. A savage with the face of an angel and dressed in fine cloth; the kind that might strike even if her perceived opponent took just a defensive stance. “I’m no local of these parts.” Irman said firmly. He...

Even being held at a distance, the portal key began to react. The runes let off a slight glow and the stone was feeling warmer in Irman’s hand. He shrugged and placed the key against the portal stone, trying to visualize the portal stone just outside of Dornoch on the Western end of the Taagi...

Magic surged across the garden, invisible to all but the magically inclined but leaving a cold scent of ozone in the air. Over two dozen Human sized winged monstrosities then sprung up seemingly from everywhere, screeching and thrashing as their minds turned on and filled with purpose to seek...

(OOC: this is a sequel to the thread “Sudden Arrivals, Strange Portants”. Feel free to read that thread for the full context but here is a TLDR if you do not wish to. Irman completed his journey with Sigrun Flintfeet and Ispir Sione to deliver an ancient cursed mummy to the Noct Yaegir...

As Ispir surely answered Sigrun’s question, the conversation split into myriad pieces all throughout the hall. Gabriel was taken from one such splinter by Vel’duith and her formal request to join the Noct Yaegir. “The Noct Yaegir is always in need of great minds just as it is in need of strong...

Irman had stepped away from the crowd to escape the relentless gossiping that was coming forth once the Lord commander had suddenly appeared. He definitely had some interest about what the good lady was discussing with that darkly dressed man, but then he’d be just a blather mouth away from...

“Uhhhh” For a moment, Irman’s eyes had gone so wide that even the whites were visible. The dissonance between how he felt and how Ispir was acting was so wide that the the Allirian straight could have probably fit in between, length wise! The sudden shock though sent Irman out of his stupor...

Irman breathed deeply and stepped into a wooden bathtub. He had only woken recently, but desperately needed to wash. The warm water was a welcome change from the death march he had done just the night before. Looking back, Irman suspected he had ran forty to fifty miles to reach Crobhear. An...