Recent content by Khari

"ICHIKA!" Khari had practically bounced up and down when she'd been told who her partner would be in this venture. She still thought the whole thing was a doomed failure and they would have been better off simply burning the city to the ground, but she felt better with Ichika at her side. Her...

Dornoch - Central Throne Room "WHAT?!" She bellowed incredulously. Breaking the demure face that she had put on just a few seconds ago before stepping inside. "You can't be serious mother!" There was a loud echoing sound, someone clearing her throat. Khari's eyes darted towards the Speaker...

Khari let out a long breath, but didn't argue as she began to grab pieces of their barricade and pull it down. The muddled mess of furniture came apart without much of an issue. They had been trying to add weight to the door, not create the worlds best barricade. Within a few minutes the sound...

Khari let out a ragged breath, half pulling back and slamming her head back against the wooden wall. "Well, thank fuck for tha-" A loud cry broke through the howl of the crowd behind her. It was like nothing she had ever heard before. The sound something akin to the call of an eagle but ten...

Khari didn't need to be told twice. She raced forward as quickly as she could, barreling through the crowd and shoving aside anyone that got in their way. It was an almost comical sight, the small diminutive girl pushing and pressing her way through the chaos. One might have thought it...

Khari didn't even flinch. It would have been more accurate to call what she was doing a dance, rather than any martial art. The blade in the soldiers neck ripped free with a scatter of crimson, the Daemonette's slight form shifting and using her own momentum to round the man. Her wrist...

"Dead!" Khari had never been one to mince words. She'd only known Connor for the span of a breath, and though she guessed the Drow might have known him better it didn't really matter in that moment. Her free hand settled on the Drow's shoulder, pressing him forward and pushing some momentum...

Connor toppled, hitting the deck first and then sliding to the ground. Khari let out a quiet curse as the soldier lowered his crossbow, another bolt quickly flickering into his palm and slapped into the weapon. The Daemonette shifted, and without even a second thought pulled herself through the...

Khari moved as soon as the rope dropped. The Daemonette was like a blur. She darted from the roof top in an instant, landing upon the ground and rushing through the cloud like liquid smoke. She slipped through the press of people, avoiding soldiers, civilians, and rebels alike. Most did not...

Khari sat perched upon a rooftop like a gargoyle. She was wrapped in a clock of gray, covering every inch of her figure and blending in with the drab stonework around her. A scowl pulled at her lips as she watched the crowds below. Even back home she had always detested the Public Executions...

Khari frowned. It was an answer that she found...surprisingly genuine. A part of her had expected what most men like him gave as a response. Power, money. Any number of selfish reasons that would have done for a conqueror or agent of chaos. More than most people did things because they were...

Khari listened carefully, her gaze flickering towards the massive northman. Lips thinned as she considered the words he spoke, finding herself in quiet agreement with exactly what he said. Fingers drummed on her thigh as she nodded. "Nevertheless..." She said quietly, looking over towards the...

The company she now kept was an...odd one. It was like the telling of a joke. A demon, a drow, and a northman walked into a bar. Then along came another man. That was always how those jokes went about. Yet here they were not chortling with any amount of humor. They were planning a shortcut to...

A word. A gesture. How many times had she needed to ignore those very things? More often than not they had been curses. Denuncations for the thing that she was. Yet was Elliot stepped passed the remark lingered in the air, his quiet expression more telling than any word he could have offered...

How many months had it taken her? Tracking rumor. Following after stories and tales whispered in taverns. Her mother had given the word, and for what seemed like almost a year now Khari had followed it. The time spent could have amounted to a hundred assassinations, a dozen killings of Kings...