Recent content by Kalianna Romane

Kalianna shrugged, a smile playing across her lips as she remembered the last drunkard that thought he could get lucky. Frankly, the audacity and foolishness of trying to grope a dancer in the middle of her performance didn't yield him much sympathy. "What can I say, I play hard to get. I'm sure...

"You know I would," the bard remarked, a teasing smirk playing upon her lips as she glanced over to her one-eyed elven companion. "Cedric does know how his stuff about Allirian merchant councils, you've got to admit. Wonder if he has anything new about it..." Kali trailed off with a faux...

"If you keep this up, you'll be cleaning up vomit off of that armor of yours," she muttered through nauseated breaths, desperately desiring the stability and stillness of solid ground to the wanton movement of tree-striding. Perhaps under different circumstances—namely not being carried like a...

Kalianna made sure to loosen her grip at the sight of Irethril's grimace, knowing full well his pained relationship with touch. The inside of a Vel Anir prison was something she herself had no experience with, but she needed no experience to know that two years in one could change somebody. The...

"Right, I forgot you preferred the tiring way," she replied sarcastically. She knew the speed he could travel at was nothing to scoff at, easily matching a skilled horse in the dense forests the Falwood was known for, but it always did seem so exhausting having to travel constantly without a...

"I imagine a lot of empty air, maybe a small, decayed husk of a brain, a little 'Be Evil!' poster," she mused comically, double-checking her equipment as the idle response filled the air. Her iconic rapier, her weapon of choice, was of course held at her hilt in much the same condition as it had...

"It'd be a waste of money if you did, you'd never get to put it on." An amused smirk arose as she delivered the playful retort, though it quickly fell away as the discussion drifted back into the realm of mercenaries and bounties rather than arcane companions and muzzles. She was talkative...

Kali let out a brief chuckle at the back and forth between the dogs and Irethril, taking the moment to lean against a cave wall. Her arms crossed, her gaze gently flitted between them in silent amusement—though her brow did raise slightly at Cedric's last remark. Still, she remained silent...

"I'm afraid, however, that I must take my leave!" She announced to the drunken crowd, rising from her bowed position. A few aw's and saddened remarks emanated from the crowd like droplets of rain, yet the mass of patrons began to disperse to their respective tables and rooms as they wistfully...

The Stonelit Tavern roared with life, the air alight with the cheering of men and the stomping of feet. Yet no sound roared louder among the flagrant display of festivity than the quick and vibrant song conjured by a violin, delighting the drunken crowd with songs of the hearth and the mug...

Kalianna raised an eyebrow at Arnor's statements, mentally scoffing. She wasn't exactly a born fighter, ready to throw down at a moment's notice over a cheap drink like he no doubt was, sure, but she was trained as well. Granted, she forwent a few of those lessons to learn music and illusion...

"It never hurt anybody to have one," she added, matching the brave expression with one of her own. She hoped that the ghouls would fail to reach even beyond the perimeter of the town as well, but despite that hope and their traps, it was unlikely. A backup plan for when - if, she reminded...

She gave a laugh, dry and strained as it was, at the mention of wine. "After this, I'll take what I can get." When it comes to celebrating what could very well have almost their end, one couldn't afford to get picky. As Ivo considered his resources, she watched with great anticipation. She...

The silence that followed Kalianna's offer, brief as it was, spawned a tumbling whirlwind of thoughts within her. The changing expression on the captain's face gave no hint to his response, a vague thoughtfulness and consideration its only feature. Finally, prefaced with a solemn shaking of his...