Recent content by Magdalena Elbion

Magda eyed Mack as he nattered on about their last journey into the belly of a lost dwarven tomb. They'd escaped death there a few times, but it wasn't an event she liked to revisit where it showcased her shortcomings not as a Mage or expert in her field, but simply as a person. "Been in lots...

"Magda Elbion," she'd caught his glance and managed to sit herself upright enough to make something of a dignified intro. Most folk with any connection to magic knew the name Elbion, but she'd have liked to believe this was a group that wasn't. "I specialize in ancient artifacts, ruins, and...

It was ridiculous to travel so far, but Magda hardly needed an excuse to get out from under her father's eye for a fortnight. Seated next to Mack with a ungodly pounding headache, she flinched as he called out to the latest newcomer and felt the beat of her throbbing skull skip with extra oomph...

Mackenzie Erris While I can appreciate someone who isn't afraid to wear their life on their sleeves, you've taken the limit at which it is charming and broken it worse than my sister's vanity mirror. Please consider this Heart & Hearth Day gift box for the sake of our working relationship. If...

Magda raised her brows at his logical assessment, "For once, I agree with you," and that was nearly as shocking as the fact that she was quite possibly walking into death next to him of all people. The tunnel continued, then dropped into a steep stairwell that lead into the darkness. "It's...

"Without question," Magda replied promptly, "I've excavated several Dwarven sites over the years and this fits the ticket to the tee." Her brows pinched together in consideration over a thoughtful hum, "But none of the sites were quite like this. Everything before was a city or community...

"Our chances?" Magda echoed as she lead the way down the narrow corridor, pushing cobwebs out of the way and carefully checking every few steps for any further traps, "Of getting out of here or survival?" She took a deep breath, brow furrowing at the topic of conversation, "I don't like to...

She froze under the direct gaze of that strange lady. Deer in lamplights. Will she or won't she Anirian Roulette. Magda had half the moxie to dare her to, and that half moxie almost made it to her brows to emote just that thought when her gaze switched suddenly to the appeared of Saelia at the...

Well, there wasn't anything to be done for it. With all the effort required to get him through, Mags wasn't sure she trusted the slab to get him back out again. With any luck, they would find another way out. These sorts of places always had more than one entrance, she just hoped they'd be able...

The tunnel was not especially broad of space and so as Mack's figure continued to prise itself through the opening, Magda found herself with very little room elsewhere to plant her feet out of the way that wouldn't involve her tripping over or falling upon him. This. This was absurd! He could...

She was waiting for her pack to be passed over and, despite the ominous situation, felt herself growing impatient while the boys picked at one another on the other side of the stone slab. Brow furrowed, a hand holstered itself on a hip, fingers tapping. "Can-" more squabbling. "What-" Mack was...

This wasn't how things were meant to go. These expeditions were meant to be done with the utmost care for the locale, potential discoveries, invaluable artefacts and information and ... yes, the personnel. Magi closed her eyes while trying not to imagine the stone slab slamming down upon her...

She'd be lying if she said there'd been no rise of desperation in that moments-long wait for a blade to shuffle its way to her side. The rumbling had persisted and more than one crumbling piece of the ceiling had fallen on her in the interim. Even if the stone slab seemed fairly well lodged in...

Esmond, as ever willing to be a hero, or at the very least useful in the eyes of their glorious leader, had clapped his hands together in preparation to provide the necessary push. But he faltered several steps away as he looked down to what he had available to push. There was Magdalena...

"No one is going home," Magda intoned flatly from where she stood before the door, "until either I say so or I am dead." Esmond sputtered between the two of them, "I had no intentions of leaving! But surely there is more we can do here without risking life and limb...?" "Probably," she raised...