Recent content by Ivan Skender

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

He leaned his head backwards, the beginnings of a prideful smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he saw the expressions of awe taking hold of most of the company. Though he knew this display to lay well within Zephyrine’s true capabilities, these men were far more easily impressed. They...

- "Oh?" - He leaned against an outcrop of rock, overlooking the girl at her work, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. - "Not to fear, there's still a long way to go." - Even with her back turned to him, Zephyrine would feel the slyness dripping from his words. - "We’ll see how convincing I can...

As it turned out, plenty more souls there were keen to see what the two young Anirians could do. Before anyone could bat an eye, the entire tavern had imploded into violence, as every piratical-looking thug rushed the two boys. No sooner had his first victim drawn its last breath, than Ivan...

He grinned a sly grin, as she pushed him out of the way. - “Wouldn’t want them to be disappointed, now would we?” - He led her towards the broken bridge with a casual step to his stride. Though most of it now lay at the bottom of the Altrator ravine, a broken length of rope still endured, tied...