Recent content by Lysanthir of Arapat

"You look to be having a fine time, my friend!" Lysanthir nudges through a small bit of crowd to come up next to Dal, clapping him on the shoulder with a grin fit to blind, and two small, empty cups in his other hand. Bells jingle about the bottom of Lysanthir's thick, vivid blue tunic, and...

Lysanthir smiles wistfully at Dejan's words, humming in acknowledgement. I'd like to visit home again some day, when the time is right. Lysanthir moves aside a low-hanging vine before it catches his horn, and sighs deeply. "I didn't hear much I wished to respond to at the Council. Not...

"-Be on your guard." "Not-" Smack! Resounds as Lysanthir is forced to squash another bug biting at the side of his neck, to his disappointment. Guard indeed. He'd be carried off before they found anything of import, let alone the Magick at play here. "Not wholly unlike the Falwood, Syr? It...

Lysanthir listens intently to the deathly silence that swallows the three of them after his words, steeped in exhaustion. Listens until- Until- What am I waiting for? The crickets sing a melody with the noise of work inside the infirmary, notable even with the door shut, but muddled...

Lysanthir watches Innis migrate to the Loch side of the arch, reasoning aloud, and catches her gaze, a look that he can only interpret as doubt. We're all having troubles tonight, aren't we? "It's no spell. The runes are the spell. We just have to provide the right energy to power them." He...

His mind was that fizzling sensation of charged air before a lightning strike, before touching metal after scrubbing your feet or knees across a fur rug. Dissonant music played in between the crackles, a lilt and an arpeggio here and there, a stylistic flourish across strings, a line or two of...

The two discuss salvage as he approaches, and he intones a soft noise as Rulgak takes note of the stiletto and replies to his offer. “Sounds good, sold. You can take it now and bring the payment tomorrow.” Lsyanthir nods, humming, and lets his arm fall lax to his side, blade facing the ground...

“I'd stress if I were idle. Each day we conquer ourselves so that we are not conquered in turn. So, I'll find somewhere to drill, somewhere with heavy stone. Thank you for telling me of the way of things work around here.” Dal said, confident in himself. Lysanthir nods and smiles. I suppose...

Salutes had, directions given, Lysanthir began to lead the silently brewing Dal into Astenvale proper, watching him quietly. Dal intrigued him, intrigued him deeply. And now he had time to really think about him. From what he said, and said much indeed, he had dedicated his entire life to...

We wolves are creatures of two natures. The blue moonslight guides us, and the green shade of the forest hides our step. It was your Knight-Commander Anathaeum who first showed me this, awakened the magic in me. Spoke the great wolf spirit. Her visage becoming soft, less indefinite. But now...

“Understood Syr. I accept." Dal announces, delving into the depths of his armour and his skill. Lysanthir's eyes snap at once to the man, his form still kept composed through it all, and takes a measured inhale. I hold out hope for you, friend. If you apply yourself as well to your new duties...

Lysanthir listens intently as Dal speaks, a similar, yet calmer passion as before. Speaks of battle, war. The life of a soldier. The life of desperately proving of oneself to every last fool left on Epressa, only to receive their money. Dal snaps to attention, chest swelled, bares his life...

Syr Dorn stood, sentinel-strong and with his typical air of discontent, in the near-center of the courtyard whilst he reprimanded and reeducated the squires on their swordsmanship. Lysanthir couldn't say he particularly cared for Dorn's volatile verbal methods, eliciting of memories as they...

Sad to see you go, Pen. I've really enjoyed hearing your ideas and reading your posts. Hope everything goes well for you!

Lysanthir nods to Luna again, acknowledging her words and giving her a reassuring smile before he bothers to eat. "Arapat," Syr Dorn gruffs out normally, "If ye need carpentry work done, ask people in Astenvale. The squires can't even make proper boxes." Lysanthir pauses momentarily, a strip...