Recent content by Leovold

Lady Annaliese nodded her encouragement to the idea, seemingly joyful to allow the young couple some alone time. "By all means, stay as long as you like. And thank you for coming dear, you've been wonderful," she chimed, before retreating to a reading room of her own. Leovold exhaled as though...

Eira's response was practiced and measured. The woman was as shrewd as ever, in a fashion that earned a proud smirk from Leovold. Yet, somehow, it felt hollow. Leovold had not wanted to marry. He had not wanted a partner, and he certainly had not needed this distraction in his life, this mate...

Lady Annaliese smirked, delighted that her confectionary gambit had payed off. "A little Kesh drake told me..." she tittered, casting a quick glance at Leovold. "I do so hate it when you call me that," Leo said with a roll of his gently glowing eyes, though he couldn't help but crack a slight...

Irksome fool. A marked, disgraced noble riding a pale imitation of a sun dragon, mustering the nerve to speak with such disrespect to the man who was fighting alongside him. It ate at Leovold's pride, and Iralux could sense it too, the leylines of light along the dragon's body beginning to...

Leovold let slip a soft, knowing laugh. Eira had picked the perfect topic to touch on, and delivered just the right compliment. The dam would soon break, and his mother's gushing would soon follow. Sure enough, Lady Annaliese lit up like a sun dragon, positively beaming in an instant. She...

Leovold cast a curious glance towards Eira, a brow quirked in her direction and a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Of course, my Lady. I'd be most happy to," he replied. Tyros simply glared for a moment before grunting, shrugging, and returning to his meal. He wasn't a terribly...

"That's correct," Leovold pitched in at Eira's question, quite proud of the answer. It was "meaningless drivel" according to his father, but Leo had always been quite proud of his family's history. "House Solherre have long had close ties to the throne since many of us have served as Scaleguard...

The young nobleman drank in the sight of his bride-to-be, his eyes tarrying at the high slits of her dress and the thigh-highs she'd seen to pair with the outfit. "And your dress's elegance matches that of Tyafainne, as majestic as the moon," he chimed back, unusually poetic for him. If there...

A violent jet of plasma erupted from Iralux's mouth, tearing a perfect hole through the assailing wyvern's chest. The life drained from the thing's eyes and it fell from the air, a smoldering husk. Not one to be outdone, Leovold had Iralux dive right after the branded pair. A Jarlax bat rider...

Aid was welcome...Leovold just wished it could come from any other source but the ones that were presently providing it. The Solherre heir fought on and on, his Scaleguard comrades at his sides, slowly getting overwhelmed and pushed back. Jarlax bat riders and wyverns alike took their victories...

Lord Tyros and Lady Anneliese stood from their seats at the table within the grand Solherre dining hall, offering her a respectful bow and curtsey, respectively, in turn. "You are most welcome, Young Lady Malennis. You are soon to be my daughter-in-law...it is only natural that we might...

Wretched wings filled the air, swarms of verminous wyverns and massive bat-like monstrosities. The bats, at least were ridden by Jarlax, though Leovold was not certain about the wyverns. It mattered little. Each monster in turn needed to be seared from the sky, and then from existence entirely...

There was a curiosity in Leovold's gently glowing eyes as he returned Eira's stare. For a moment he sensed that there was something else to it, but he dared not assume to place what it was. What he beheld before him was a beautiful woman who held both his respect and his earnest promise. Though...

Eira would receive a note in return, written short in kind, and lettered plainly. Eira, I shall always remember my vow to you, and I swear to always uphold it. We shall be stronger together. Your future husband, Leovold. Shortly after, a trinket would arrive for her with a small tag...

Cast? As in magic? If it wasn't produced by a dragon, then what was responsible? No such magician existed within Thanasis. Maybe a Thagretian could have conjured something like this, but their magics were more methodical, more foul. So what was the nature of this? "Let's get to the bottom of...