Recent content by Jhinn

Phelaia whispered, and Jhinn snickered, a rare display of indulgence in humor. "It is far! How'd you know? Ah! Just kidding. About the 'how'd you know' part, not the far part, it really is far. I'm going to miss home before long, I feel." "You elected to leave." "I did, I did. But it's...

Thagretis. City of the dragon-worshippers. To Jhinn, differentiated from Thanasis—the other city of dragon-worshippers—only in that they would be less prone to butcher a tiefling on sight. Still it seemed no small feat to him that Phelaia had come away from that place with her life. Mayhap those...

Jhinn stared at the newcome tiefling as her voice trailed off, a slight irritation etched into the stone of his expression. And he answered the insinuation with a definite, "No." A pathfinder, she said. A mention as curious as it was opportune. Still much ground lay between them and their...

"She is not my daughter..." he said curtly, before admitting, "...but she does chirp loudly." Her words curved back onto herself, not necessarily for good or for ill, but as a measure of truth. She'd a certain skill with the Tief, so evidenced by the clucking of her tongue and her longbow...

A whistle back, and for a brief moment Jhinn thought it to be Ysra. But a voice unguessed spoke new from his left, and he stopped on the steep path down into the depression and the pond therein. He turned his head to look, his regard upon a tiefling of bluish-gray, perched on a vantage, bow...

"Maybe we'll get lucky here," said Ysra, rising. "Find a bunch of Cuudruu here, sipping away at the watering hole, and we can have a nice fat dinner, and make jerky, and...ah, I'm making myself hungry again." Cuudruu—the antelope of Malakath. Fast, agile, hardy against the elements and lack of...

Toreth, left on the ground as the attack continued, furrowed his brow in both confusion and recognition. He knew that voice. And Jhinn suffered some confusion of his own. "Agreement?" he said, sparing a sidelong glance toward Zahir despite his better judgment. But there was no time for anything...

Rain slashed down over the expansive wastes of the Cradle in the growing evening, as Jhinn predicted. The sun for a brief time escaped the choking grasp of the thunderheads and from the west cast a brilliant inferno and all the rain falling looked like embers with their violent orange...

They did not leave the waystation that day, seeing the coming storms gathering in their strength over the southern Jagged Teeth and Jhinn figuring the rain would fall before the onset of night. They searched through the waystation's skeletal buildings, some thirteen of them, to select from among...

Jhinn stood his ground and above the clouds reclaimed much territory from the blue and wind from the south presaged yet more storms as had come the days prior. He started to walk toward her. Slow. Calm. The wind blew through the ruined waystation as a stream flowing gently along in its bed...

"You want to kill Master Deimos. I want to kill Master Deimos. Let's go!" And now Jhinn did laugh, and laugh heartily, before he pinched the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb and passed his hand down his face and said, "One cannot simply kill Master Deimos." "Sure one can...

The dust did not fully settle. A bad portent. Jhinn rose, his skin now so draped in the dust becoming more like the hue of rust than of pure red. Grains fell as if a night sky above had been choked of rain and instead precipitated only the pestled bones of an evaporated desert. Jhinn brushed...

Civil conversation dispersed like dust in a vicious wind. Jhinn dropped his tea and stood in one motion, his sword, beckoned by the Tief, sliding from his back scabbard and whirling about into his hands. Zahir his host had his own magic, and with it did he cast one unseen menace into a tent, the...

"Yes. I served Master Mourne." He spoke the truth, seeing no gain in fabrication. "I knew it!" she said, pointing straight at him. "Sorry I don't know your name, but I know your...reputation? I guess." "My name is Jhinn." "Ysra!" "And how is it that you know of me? I have never before seen...

"Firm governance...solid foundations..." Jhinn echoed, nodding in small motions and partaking more of his tea. Toreth, ignorant of all that was being said in Common, spoke irritably out of turn in the Red Speech. "The tongue of the tiefless grates my ears. Would you—" Jhinn without looking...