Recent content by Ishmael

CHESTNUT INN - VEL ANIR OUTSKIRTS Sometime after the events of Bad Business It went without saying that Vel Anir was not the most hospitable locale for non-Humans. In fact, it was a major reason why Ishmael's operations in Falwood tended to conclude at the Falwood Stone, rather than hoofing it...

FALWOOD For the moment, gathering within the Ruins seemed uneventful. If one considered a growing number of strangers appearing in the same locale as mundane, that is. In short order, the Drow heeded Ishmael's silent summons and rejoined their midst. Without saying anything, his gaze relayed...

When the answer to his call arrived, the sable-skinned man had to look down. Before him stood a woman who was much shorter than he. Her voice was quite soft and her appearance was the definition of non-threatening. Fortunately enough, that was what his ailing comrade needed. Despite the bustle...

The sable-skinned man did not have to ask twice. It only took the portly elf a few seconds to shakily drop the coin purse on the table. Ishmael moved to take it, but was then greeted by the sight of a second. "I told you, I was not making any demands of you for additional coin." he said...

Though time was of the essence, the ivory-haired woman would not be rushed. The question posed by the sable-skinned man was not one to be taken lightly. With but a simple utterance, he set before the young woman the choice of a lifetime. Freedom was hers, but what would she do with it? Thus...

ALLIRIA You're making a big deal out of nothing. That was the last time that Ishmael would listen to the bravado of his compatriot over his own instinct. The sable-skinned man had been living the sellsword lifestyle for many years now. He knew how to tell if a wound was fatal and if a man...

Straightaway, the Elf made excuses. He blubbered, causing his multiple chins to shudder in the most unsightly of ways. "Now hang on, how was I possibly to know that the intel wasn't pristine? Besides, aren't you the professional?" Ishmael folded his arms. His frustration was evident upon his...

After the sable-skinned man showed the elf the Brand of Cerak At'Thul, a bridge had been erected between them. Soon, Ishmael was gifted with a smile. Despite the literal chaos unfolding around them, the one called Adilet was comfortable enough to show happiness. This joy came at the news that...

As the sable-skinned man spoke of freedom, there were whispers, cries, and joy. Ishmael remembered the feeling from when he first tasted freedom a lifetime ago. And he remembered the first time he had ever broken the chains of someone else. Were the circumstances any less dire, he might have...

The ivory-haired woman was proving herself capable. Beneath the sable-skinned warrior was a man whose life gurgled away. He flailed, as if attempting to snatch back precious seconds, but the damage was done. Ishmael then pried his blade free from the man's neck and rose to his feet, moving at...

The mercenary's muscles tensed. As every second was paramount, he did not have the time to hush the dancer and to calm her down. He anticipated that he would have to do so anyway, as evidenced by what happened in the first tent only moments ago. However, as opposed to succumbing to the very...

FALWOOD - RUINS The first step was nearly taken. With his orders given, Ishmael moved to place his leading foot upon the first step of the temple ruin. Yet before his boot could so much as contact the mossy earth, one of his fellows gripped his shoulder. Barbatos, one of Ishmael's most...

AMOL-KALIT The response from celebrations required patience. As most gatherings begin when the light of day is present, operations under the cover of shadow meant that alcohol was at play. This would prove to be a valuable ally when infiltrating a camp outnumbered; but it would also delay...

AMOL-KALIT The cacophony was enough to mask their movements. There was not one among the cadre of advancing warriors that wore a smile on their face. There was not one who did not have furious embers raging within their stomachs. As the sounds of the evening's merrymaking reached their ears...

Liberating captives/slaves is Ishmael's whole schtick, I'd love to thread with you!