Recent content by Leovold

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...

A fair point. More than one might expect. Surely the nobility had played these little games of life and death for more than one generation in their never ending hunts for power. "There will be times in-between to plan. Doors to close, whispers to be had behind them. Let it be known that Leovold...

The smoldering eyes that looked back upon Eira were studious, preening. They scanned over her as if trying to peel back her skin to find any trace of lies or uncertainty beneath. Several seconds passed until, finally, Leovold's visage softened, his lips curling into a smirk. "Then we have an...

Only a fool would be offered such a strategic advantage and not make use of it. The only question was what had taken Carlyle so long to catch up, but now was not the time to go chastising him for it. The Ascended could make it up to them in the air. "Right," Leovold agreed. "Take point, then...

"If the two of you continue to bicker all the way to the storm, I may just throw myself off of my dragon before we have a chance to investigate." The Solherre noble had to hold himself back from retorting with a "Why wait?" Leovold watched with nary a twitch in his expression as Bani...

"Ah," he replied plainly. It was not terribly surprising. An attractive young noblewoman was likely to have at least one suitor, and that she fancied someone in return was to be expected. He had not had such priorities. He'd not had the time. Securing House Solherre, ridding it of Tyros, and...

Eira was smarter than most. Her ability to think for herself and hold to her convictions was worthy of respect. When she cast her steely look at Leovold he spun her, then dipped her, as if on cue. Leo never much cared for dance when he was made to learn how, but he wasn't one to half-ass...

Seemed it wasn't possible to avoid having lowly Ascendants on a mission these days. If he wasn't pairing up solely with his fiancée Eira and her alone, there was at least one lottery-winner tagalong in the group...and this one liked to dye his hair purple. The fact that he had a better grip of...

Reconnaissance of a storm. Hmph. Bani was right in spirit; the commander's instructions made little sense in the context of a natural phenomenon. Then again, that much was obvious. What also should have been obvious was the nature of the storm in question. Thanasis, the nation of dragons, about...

The music started, the dance began, and Leovold recounted the steps and began to move in time, Eira in his arms. His brows were flat, his countenance generally neutral, but his irises and the rune on his forehead simmered. "As did you," he replied plainly. "I imagine neither of us are in any...