Recent content by Konstantin

"Methinks their minds might be preoccupied, Miss Kaira. Nothing personal, I'm sure." Konstantin briefly caught sight of Mabbon's smirk and gave him a knowing look as the latter clapped him on the back. Of course, it seemed that Shadow might've had similar intentions. It warmed Konstantin's...

Konstantin cocked his head at Mabbon's question before smiling and placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "I'll say it again, Mabbon: you are a Guardian. I don't care about the nature of your Stone, nor that of your past. The Guardians are family. All of us," he assured the man, removing his grip...

"You are a Guardian, Mabbon. That title does bring with it some degree of respect..." Konstantin answered, shaking his peer's hand with gusto. Then he upturned his cup, and a single drop ran out of the otherwise empty vessel. "...But perhaps too much given how early we are into the night." The...

Another voice caught Konstantin's attention, this time a much friendlier one: the illustrious Guardian of Faith. Konstantin smiled, a warm and friendly one that stood in stark contrast to the somewhat menacing look of his mask. He turned a bit more and regarded the half-orc Guardian of Darkness...

Konstantin gave Lale a dry smile from behind his mask. "My Lady, I am far from the end of my road." With that he bowed his head and stepped away from the woman. It was quite clear why she'd earned the reputation she'd garnered. Shrewd and provocative, that one. Konstantin exhaled. What a shame...

Konstantin smiled, wide and genuine. "By all means, Lady Carvyre, present who you will. I am more than willing to prove my fitness before the people of Valenntenia." Lale Carvyre

Solomon was indeed quick to quell Konstantin's initial apprehension, a fact for which he was deeply thankful. In place of his initial shock came a newfound curioisty. "'Training Runes'...how fascinating..." Konstantin caught the stone the Absalon had thrown him, and he began to run his fingers...

Konstantin made a point of appearing as though he had no idea what Lale was talking about, tapping a finger thoughtfully on his chin and staring skywards as though trying to pick out her point like a bird from among the clouds above. Suddenly he snapped his fingers. "Ahh! Then I see you have...

What an irksome pup. It seemed that at least some of what Konstantin had heard was true: Lale Carvyre was a provocateur, a social surgeon plucking upon the nerves of her unsuspecting victims. The Guardian of Power politely took a glass of wine from the tray of a passing server. "Perhaps, though...

Konstantin waved to the Absolon, and indeed to the several party patrons whose attention he'd caught via the mention of his name. He supposed even when under a guise his appearance didn't diverge that much from his usual one. Still, he smiled warmly to both Solomon and those around him who...

Smart suit. Nice coat. Dress shirt. And of course, the pièce de résistance, the mask Konstantin had commissioned some time ago for just such an event. A lovely bit of artifice, the mask hid Konstantin's good eye in shadow, while the glow from the anomaly behind his face lit the other socket. On...

Konstantin listened patiently as Solomon explained. His reasoning, his motivations, his efforts. There was logic behind all of it, of course, but the reveal at the end of it all left the Guardian of Power in a state of shock. His singular blue eye went wide, the storm within his face now a...

Silence hardly bothered Konstantin. He enjoyed these sorts of pensive moments. They gave time to reflect, time that was often neglected. "Unfortunately, yes. Quite the conundrum..." he replied, certain that there would be more of an explanation to come. Solomon likely would not have brought it...

A solitary blue eye blinked in surprise at the Absalon's sudden movement. He'd have expected the man to call out his childish clinging to the Runestone of Power, that the artifact was far more than the plaything Konstantin was presently acting as though it was. How foolish an assumption...

A long sigh escaped Konstantin's lips. A pool of condensation had gathered at the base of his glass, and he turned it slowly atop the table. "Apologies, my friend. I wasn't attempting to misrepresent the past. In truth, my feelings towards all of this retirement business are...complicated."...