Recent content by Jhyrann

"Ah well. Surprise can come in the form of: 'Oh these devious hunters have snuck into my crypt at night' but can also come in the form of: 'Fuck, these mad people are running at my camp in broad daylight!'." He offered the room a grin that was full of teeth. A smile that gave away his heritage...

Jyrhann was certain the spear-wielding witch had deliberately moved away from him. With no chair on offer, the shape-shifter took the easiest route. He simply sat down cross-legged on the floor between two tables. There was a simplicity to the plan from the girl with big ears, although he had...

Jhyrann plodded to a stop as he saw the lights of the small town. The trees gave a slight rustled as the night breeze changed direction. In these gentle lands, there was very little that would attempt to stop him even at night. He took a breath and prepared himself for the change. It always...

"I am glad the Taanach came," Ittoi replied. His hand stayed on his club as he approached the group. It was their way. Were he to face a warrior of note with his hands away from his weapons it would send a sign of deep disrespect. It would be to say: I see you and do not need my weapon...

Ittoi of the Moyani remained quite still near the edge of the clearing. It was the appointed gathering spot, but it would also make a fine ambush. They were close to the territory of the Rak'tell and another tribe. It was considered cowardly - across all the tribes - to kill another elf woth a...

Short pitch: An isolated island of wild elves Each tribe has its own dialect and beliefs Low technology, low magic A focus on martial prowess and survival A belief that Ioha blades (iron - ancient elves swords) are magical gifts - each one is known across the tribes It's a very isolating...

He could see the confusion as Cess canted her head to one side. The man walked on without fear. He was two heads taller than Cess. A giant of a creature. She waited until he was three steps away. Cess charged in, shrieking one last challenge. The large men might as well have been motionless...

Cess arrived within an hour. She was not quiet in her approach. Ittoi had found a comfortable nook from which to watch the men as well as the deeper jungle. Cess carried Thorn at her hip. The single Ioha blade that his tribe owned. It was a marvel, long and straight but with a fine curved...

A man standing in their path would barely notice the elven war party passing by. They climbed and walked on bare feet. They had painted themselves to blend into the environment. Talloc was a dangerous place, but the elves survived. They extoled stealth and hunting to survive Talloc's natural...

"No." Ittoi said the single word and held his club out to his right, blocking the path of the younger elf. By the standards of his tribe, he was relatively old. Ittoi had not lived to this age by making foolish mistakes. "Look." He pointed his club forwards. Nestled in the ferns ahead was...