Recent content by Larewen Dragana

"It doesn't receive the attention it once did. I lost track of my House members long ago," she said, matter-of-factly. As they approached the door, she raised a hand and uttered something quietly under her breath to identify herself to the house, as if it were sentient. With all the magic woven...

No sooner had Larewen finished speaking had Seretha drawn everyone's attention to the center of the inn. A dark brow arched upward slightly, lips thinning as she listened to what the woman said with keen interest. Magic had a way of enveloping every wrinkle of the elf's brain. When Seretha...

Larewen arched a brow. "It was a horse," she replied with general disinterest, as if the equine nature of the risen steed made it less of a creature. Her tongue darted over pale lips as they trekked onward and she drew her lower lip into her mouth and bit down on it curiously. Those four words...

A slow smirk found its place on the elf's lips once more, but she said nothing immediately. Instead, she gestured to a road that led south out of the Crossroad Mire and toward her own home and the goals that lay beyond it. Goals she was suddenly quite certain this human wouldn't appreciate. A...

To say that she was disappointed would be an understatement. With a frown just as serious as Hruugen's tone, she allowed the monk to speak and watched as the secondary mount was given back to the earth beneath their feet. A waste of her display of power, and a sentiment that required far more...

A soft chuckle erupted from Larewen's throat as she dragged upon her own cigarette. "I assure you, you'll leave in one piece," she returned, silvery voice taking on a playful inflection. Her tongue pressed upward against the point of a fang, verdant gaze studying the male. One piece, minus a...

Day in and day out, Larewen had gotten to hanging around that very same Inn that Theo found himself in. She watched with curiosity as he questioned patrons about magical artifacts and things long lost to the murky depths of the bayou. It was those same interests that kept Larewen here among the...

The necromancer listened carefully, the only sound from her that of her glass clinking against the table as she placed it down. She reached for the silver case that held her clove cigarettes and snapped it open while he divulged the circumstances by which he came into possession of the stone...

Something akin to a soft grin tilted the corner of the elf's mouth. Directly from the tap tasted far better to her, but soon... soon she was hoping that she wouldn't need the sanguine vitae of living creatures ever again. His query only deepened her expression. "One could say yes... and no. Not...

Larewen's eyes rolled at the remark about her choice of drink being on the nose, her upper lip curling slightly in disdain. "If you'd prefer, I could drink from your tap," she retorted coolly as she sat back once more. Her gaze remained on the stone. "It is generally frowned upon to feed openly...

Larewen raised her glass to her mouth again as he spoke, though the mouthful of wine she'd imbibed caught in her throat when the monk dubbed himself lucky. She swallowed heard and then passed a rush of air from her mouth to clear her airway for further vocalization. "I'm not entirely sure I'd...

If that was what Hruugen was after, piquing her interest, then he certainly succeeded when he raised the glass upward. She could almost smell his port from where she sat, if she tried hard enough. There were lots of smells to sift through in The Murky Goblet, but it wasn't that that drew her...

Larewen sat quietly in one of the less private alcoves of the establishment, toying with a glass of wine and her grimoire opened before her. The blackened pages and eldritch, glowing ink cast a soft glow on the walls around her. The necromancer, like most of the small village's residents, showed...

Larewen's affinity for the wild came naturally, born of her time as something more living than she was now. A slight smirk teased the corner of her mouth, a bitter snort punctuating the expression. "Curupira are a creature I have not yet studied," the necromancer admitted. Her brow furrowed...

"Nature came first," Larewen remarked, her tone carefully controlled. At the mention of backwards feet, her nose wrinkled slightly. "I wouldn't be surprised if he managed to do that. A strange one, but certainly in possession of a better memory than myself." It was a strange stance to take...