Recent content by Lydia

One of the miniscule mercenaries lifted his head above the barricade and interjected, “but ma’am, there’s so many of them…” ”Not a single bolt flies unless our foes cross that cart,” she repeated with a scowl upon her face as the various crossbowmen slowly nodded. Good. One problem solved...

Pandemonium had broken out. The mercenaries House Strand had contracted were serving up death to Weiroon's hired goons. The merchants and dockworkers were running from the carnage hoping to escape with their lives. Crossbow bolts were flying freely into the flesh of their enemies. A little...

"Ugly little cretins, aren't they?" She said in response to Elias. A finger pointing towards the dimly lit features of the bearded little gremlins. The explosives were set and the pieces had all fallen into place. Maritza would get exactly what she wanted, a bit of fear amongst the...

Off they would be as Lydia let a sharp whistle pass between her lips. The workers hauled the explosive barrel as the fully seasoned Dreadlord and the academy whelp escorted them. Before long there was little noise aside from the crickets and the occasional screech of bats. Until, of course...

Lydia let a laugh escape her lungs. The spoiled boy from Sirl thought he was special because he had to go through the academy while most of his kin sat around sipping tea and dining on veal. Strand had served Sirl loyally for generations and as soon as the tide turned during the revolution...

Dreymon had already proven himself the last time Strand had employed him. It was encouraging to see him take charge of some of the rookies they'd picked up for this particular job. And having someone unafraid to spill a bit of blood was going to come in handy for this job. "Eyes peeled."...

The warm salt water wind ruffled against the hood of Lydia’s cloak as droplets of rain bounced off the rough fabric. This section of the harbor was quiet, as it usually was. Private docks owned by Lady Strand herself had seen less traffic as of late. But that was about to change as...

House Strand had been loyal not just to Sirl but to the entirety of Vel Anir’s old ways. It’s what made the rise of this new republic so grotesque. It’s why many of the other houses profiting from the dwarven caravans that had recently cropped up was so offensive. Some of these houses that...

Brawls in the street were chaotic, especially when you couldn’t simply gore one of your assailants. Luckily for Maritza and her entourage the bulk of the guards were preoccupied. And those who did impede their path were handled simply enough. In between incapacitating a bold guardsman who...

The Guards at the threshold into the elven quarter were suppressing the rioters. Not much of a shock, the Anirian Guard had always been well disciplined and clever. They focused most of their efforts on securing the perimeter of the assaulted quarter. Which was a lucky break for Lydia and...

Attempting to Exit the Rally “You worry too much,” Maritza replied, “we hired more than enough blades to ensure my safety.” Lydia couldn’t help but smile at her lady’s reply before stabbing back with her own barb, ”those boys don’t know the half of it, having to deal with you is far worse than...

Vel Anir - Just outside the Elven Quarter The crowd had swelled to nearly two hundred now. Lady Maritza truly had a way with words, likely inheriting such skills from her father. She looked the part of a leader, standing atop the makeshift wooden stage and delivering such rousing words. The...

"Don't engage them, period." She refused Titus Phane's arm, not out of some silly sense of pride. It was primarily out of the desire to spare him from the physical toll of this place. Contact would likely expose him to all of the same voices she was experiencing. But, for Lydia at least, the...

This place was the spiritual equivalent of having a dumbbell dropped upon you fifty feet in the air. Every muscle in Lydia's body had to force itself forward, every tendon required her desire to press on. Thin fingers brushed against the overgrown foliage of a lawn left unattended while her...

They made their way to the precipice of the chapel, standing along the road just outside of its fragile wooden fencing. Chipped paint, broken glass, overgrown grass, the sort of thing you'd expect for an abandoned building. What she didn't expect... "kill, die, kill" "hahahahahaha" "Have...