Recent content by Lysander

Tension fizzled and snapped. Lysander’s narrowed eyes darkened like the storm that was brewing between the two headstrong, immutable men. The dreadlord didn’t doubt the witch hunter’s prowess, he looked old and old meant experienced and strong. Old meant a survivor, and Lysander knew survivor’s...

His dark brows might not have narrowed in irritation but the singular twitch in Lysander’s left eye said more than he had the entire day: the suggestion of sodomizing imps perhaps being the greatest insult he had ever received. Not even the cruel and heartless proctors had managed to insult...

Baise’s question made the man in question quiet, although his mouth opened, no sound came out. Lysander would’ve jumped on it, if he could while ignoring the new voice. There was a small crease of frustration on his brow, barely able to be discern by the shock of black hair that covered...

The glamor was gone, though Lysander didn’t know it was called such a thing and was fae in nature. He very much believed that any mention of fae to be myth, and while he believed in magic, he saw it much like time: something that moved through him, not him moving through it. He couldn’t imagine...

Lysander threw Baise a look, expecting the mage to do something about there being nothing behind the door. Although perhaps that was for the best. This man seemed to be their only lead currently and if Lysander had killed him it would’ve been a shame. Only because they would’ve had to work...

“Never is.” Lysander responded, a slight frown on his face. “I had asked others if anyone lived here, they said no one did.” He glanced at Baise, trying to keep the “are you sure?” Look out of his eyes. It wasn’t hard to do, mitigating that into no more than slight curiosity. “I checked, too. No...

Lysander looked at Baise and then one of the birds. They weren’t familiars? Then that meant they were regular animals, which was worse. Well as long as they could follow orders and carry out their job. Following after the bird that was called Vaspien (Lysander was unable to tell them apart)...

“I can push it into the woods.” Lysander clarified. “But maybe pulling it will be better.” It was all he could do with his magic, pushing and pulling. It was far more useful than it sounded, these basic actions made way for civilization. It helped to use his hands to focus his magic and the...

Lysander’s mother hadn’t been rich enough to own pigs. No one in his backwater village had owned a pig. Lysander hadn’t seen one until he and his brother, and the other freshly made initiates, had gotten close to the city. He hadn’t liked the way it looked, like a long hairless dog with a...

Lysander was two steps behind Baise as they went towards the pig. For how much shouting and screaming there had been, the pig was, at the very least, docile. It’s large snout was busy snuffling the tops of buildings and every time it did take a step, it was clear that it wasn’t trying to step on...

“Two from the top,” Lysander said, and then with a rare, wry smile, added, “and two from the bottom. I like balance.” He was certain the moment he came back with the wolf’s head, the Republic might consider finally moving him up to a First Level. The Dreadlord scratched at his cheek, watching...

“I was ordered to.” Lysander said with little in those words, much less his face. His attire didn’t have any outward appearance of being to a dreadlord, although the quality of his light leathers could perhaps be ascertained to Vel Anir. On the border of Vel Anir and the Falwood, it wasn’t...

Leander raised a brow and stared Baise down. He couldn’t help it, it was habit to stare in ones eyes and see if he could unnerve them. There was a part of him that didn’t enjoy having some eccentric mage from Elbion telling him what to do. He figured it was the Dreadlord in him that didn’t like...

Leander blinked at the birds. Crows? Ravens? Rooks? No, not rooks, their beaks were jet black. The birds had a sleekness to them. Ravens instead of crows then. His gaze was brought to Baise, realizing that he could communicate with the birds. How useful, Lysander thought, to have a aerial view...

Lysander looked down at Jude. “They didn’t.” Lysander said. “It was a accident. Or they did want to melt it and couldn’t finish it.” Simple solutions but to Lysander, sometimes the truth was far more simple than one would like. “But I could be wrong.” And the chances of that were high. It...