Recent content by Ivan Skender

He scoffed as he saw one of the most powerful warriors under his command get tackled down by a teenage girl. This was going to be a long road indeed. Truth be told though, he had never harboured any doubts about whom would carry this fight. He had never seen Zephyrine in the training grounds...

These men would never be Anirian guards; at least not with the limited timeframe he had to train them. Their technique was too raw, their expertise lacking. That did not mean however, that he was willing to give up on them. They were all he had to work with after all. When they had agreed to...

- "Deal." - He threw his arms back lazily, his hands coming to rest between the back of his head and the cold rock of the ruins. He himself reclined over snow and stone, with the same degree of nonchalantlessness as though he were on a sunbed by a beach somewhere. They might die tomorrow, or a...

Right. Well, oops. He had no memory of the event - probably on account of his near-overdose - though letting it slip he’d faked his own death to go pirating did seem a rather epic slip-up. Luckily, he had not deliriously confided in the wrong person. - “You’re not beholden to any promise you...

He took the small metal ship in his hand. It didn’t particularly look like the Wraith, although that was, in all honesty, rather lost on him. Instead he just held the small memento on his palm, intently studying its detail before shifting his gaze to that of the girl. - “Thanks.” - He didn’t...

Right. The fight with a primordial dragon of death had been something that had happened. Ivan looked her up-and-down, thoroughly amused at this girl having fought off a colossal beast of oblivion only to embark on yet another perilous mission of uncertain success so soon afterwards - all the...

His brow furrowed, as he saw her barge into his little eagle’s nest - those going concerns of his pushed to the back corners of his mind. His expression though, took on a thoroughly amused expression. - "And if I do," - He drawled. - "what will you do?" - He cocked his head, so that he could...

He slowly drained the bottle, lost in thought. So absorbed was he, in fact, in his own affairs, that it took him a while to notice Zephyrine below, working her magic. Through the dark shading of night he could see her, raising stone from ruin, though the howling winds blowing past his ears...

- "You'll do just fine." - He smirked, though somewhat better pleased with himself for his achievement of making the girl blush. Ah, it was like the Academy all over again, wasn't it? That notion though, stopped his train of thought dead on its tracks. That was just it, wasn't it? He wasn't...

His jaw tensed momentarily. Memory flashes from his last trip to that accursed fortress flickered through his mind. They were naught but fragments by this point; vivid recollections of a terror so horrid, one had trouble even admitting them to be true - even someone as scarred by the horrors...

Ivan drew a smile at her comments. - “Don’t let this grumpy fuck fool you.” - He said, as he patted the camel’s head again. With a silent foot motion, he then urged the camel forward, the mount starting towards the narrow gorges with a sulky bleat. - “He’s as mean as they come.” - He beamed...

He chuckled. - “No no.” - He said. - “I don’t show off.” - He continued shamelessly, even though both of them knew how much of a bare-faced lie that was. He motioned her to follow. To one side of those high crags that had flanked the narrow passage from whence Zephyrine had come, there was a...

He stared at the dagger for a moment, his fingers running up and down the scabbard before coming to a rest over the embroidered double eclipse… the symbol of his House. It was a strange situation - usually, it was the boys who bought their girlfriends gifts - but then again, Zephyrine wasn’t...

- “The wilds test us all.” - He said, his voice striking a tone somewhere between cryptical and presumptuous. In truth, his gesture, and manner of speaking, just then bore an eerie - even if somewhat mockingly so - resemblance to the Proctors back at the Academy. He raised his hands, as if to...

Name: Ivan Skender Writer: Doonaday