Recent content by Lilyth Duskwood

"Aye, my family were merchants in Alliria, from what I remember. We were attacked and I was the only survivor. I had fled into the woods. On the third morning they found me in a hollow beneath a tree. They took me in and raised me." She chuckled a bit and shrugged, a bit uncomfortable. "I think...

Lilyth nodded as Gavin spoke. "I learned the skill growing up. I was raised by a couple out in the wilderness. A ranger and a wizard, a Gnome and a Halfling respectively. I took more after Niben, the ranger, but Shaerana taught me some things as well." She spoke in a soft voice. It wasn't a...

"Truth be told, I've not had much to do with explosions. My skills lie with blade, bow, and the natural world for the most part." Leaving off the time she spent essentially apprenticed to a Master Thief. She didn't like to advertise those skills, rusty though they likely are. "If you know the...

Lilyth nodded to Gavin as he stepped near. "How much of what was said did you hear?" She asked. If he had been close enough to hear much or all she wouldn't have to repeat it. The keeper had stated that the Widow Woods had always had bandits of one kind or another, but never to the current...

The conversation lasted a quarter turn of the hour. Lilyth paid for another cider and drank it slowly as she and the innkeeper spoke of the local news. It started with innocuous things, the innkeeper was obviously trying to keep from mentioning the trouble. It turned out Rosemary was thinking...

Lilyth nodded, silently agreeing. "Alright. I'm heading back in and getting back to my supper. See what the rumours around here are." She waited a moment, then turned and walked back into the tavern. Her table had been cleared, but was still available. She walked over and set her cloak down and...

Lilyth gave a firm shake, and nodded. "Aye, that's the truth. I was lucky when I was younger, raised to this purpose as it were." She smirked some and shrugged. Then took a breath, and settled into her working mentality once again. "The last report that I've heard of, they attacked a small...

Lilyth tilted her head to the side, considering. She had indeed heard the legends of the Lion of Oban. He was said to have been as close to the ideal knight as a mortal could come. Chivalrous and gallant, honest and trustworthy. Never known to break a vow, nor make one lightly. She knew he was...

Lilyths face became impassive and her eyes hardened. She never stayed in any area long enough for people to get to know her well, though any time someone accused here, however lightheartedly, of flights of fancy it irked. She knew what she saw, and the scent was unmistakable. "Lion of Oban..."...

'Well, he's intelligent, not some revenant then.' She thought for a moment. They had been lucky thus far, not having an audience, but she couldn't put her blades away if whatever this man was meant harm to the community. "Grandiose goal, that. Still doesn't answer my question. I saw blackened...

Lilyth followed the odd creature-man out of the tavern. She followed a few strides back, mindlessly moving so her feet turned no stone and crunched no leaves. She paused as the man creature seemed to have a battle inside his own mind. Not knowing what to do about it just yet, she scuffed her...

"Thank you..." Lilyth said to the keeper's daughter as she brought the food and cider, then walked away with a smile and a nod. She turned to her food, taking a sip of the cider. "Hmmm, good cider." A rough bump into her chair stopped her hand from reaching for the spoon next to the bowl of...

The door to The Lonely Hound opened from the push of a hand gloved in soft doeskin of a light brown color. The leaf green cloak the figure wore followed the glove into the room as the door closed. Lilyth brought her hood down, her copper hair braided loosely back, and her sapphire eyes alighting...