Recent content by Khasmina Zvonimir

The moment of fury and boiling blood passed like a spent wildfire, leaving only the bitter flavor of ash on the wind. Khasmina tasted it on her lips, savored it like the tannins in a fine wine. It was a refreshing balance to the overbearing saccharine quality of the scene before her. Still...

Khasmina ducked behind a large shard of bone sticking out of the landscape, holding onto it for stability as the force of Zasz's attack rippled out towards her. The earth rocked beneath her feet despite her distance from the source, but the bleached old monstrous rib stood firm, shielding her...

So Zasz had finally dragged himself out of the tomb to demonstrate what an insufferable windbag he was. And the paladin countered with... paladin things. Khasmina groaned at the exchange between him and Nathan. "Oh, for the love of... would you two just get on with it?!" she shouted at them...

She glared defiantly at him as he instructed her to stand back, as if she was a glass ornament that would shatter if abused by anything rougher than pillows and silk. Surely there was some sort of blessing of better sense he should be calling on. But he was off again, traipsing through the...

A blood pact was quite a different thing in the eyes of a necromancer than to the uninitiated. In some respects it was more sacred, for they held the power of blood in higher esteem than those who spilled it futilely upon a battlefield. Khasmina had long lost her reflex to flinch at the knife's...

Khasmina chuckled, at first thinking the paladin's response to be some type of joke, and then nearly laughed herself to tears when she realized it wasn't. It took her a few moments to compose herself enough to properly speak. "You genuinely wish to have dinner with me?" she asked, as...

"Lies are the crude tools of the incompetent," she retorted icily, reciting a past lesson from the harsh woman who'd been her childhood etiquette instructor. A woman who taught that there was no reason to lie in a world where words were so easily turned into beautiful half-truths. "But a lady...

Spoken like an aristocrat at a ball, Khasmina thought with a measure of amusement. Somehow even out here in this rotting, gods-forsaken boneyard, she couldn't truly escape the nobility's ceaseless prattle and posturing. At least she believed Nathaniel's claim that he did not know of her house...

Khasmina regarded the paladin with quiet contempt. She had met his like many times before, back when she was merely another daughter destined to carry the Zvonimir name. She knew that bravado, that condescending authority sanctified by whatever bannerlord had forged his weapons and armor. Be it...

Khasmina resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she looked from the paladin to the scarlet stains on her handkerchief. A little too late to avoid blood and scars, by her reckoning, though she was curious how the Tome of Blood would react to the sanguine essence of the self-proclaimed righteous...

Husks of dead, twisted old trees huddled in a decaying copse provided Khasmina ample cover as she watched the fight unfold. She probably could have just stood in plain sight, so focused were the duelists on each other. Their shouting, and the sharp clang of weapon on shield, reverberated across...

It was often said among the wide and scattered necromancer community that the Ixmus graveyard was a trap for those foolish enough to think they could conquer Death itself. The region’s mysterious penchant for reanimating the dead was enticing to anyone studying the dark arts, but at the steep...