Recent content by Magdeline

Be it magick of the blood or magick of the soul. All magicks were governed by the same principals. All magicks were governed by that well of power that flowed between the world. Between the hearts and minds of the living. Within the memory of the perished. Across the sky of night, and in the...

Blood spattered, and out of breath, Magdeline came to a knee where the triage was being performed. One hand tight against the haft of her weapon, the other, near to the bright gem that blazed at the heart of her armor. Ulka tended to Triton, helping the young knight be rid of his armor, and...

Triton grit his teeth, as carnage that mist about them, fell and rained upon the stones of the courtyard. Had it not been for the Avariel's splendorous wings, the way they caught what little light pierced through the swirl of darkness, even as the spiral of flame blazed on. It was the streak...

Fingers splayed and crooked as bent arms held the force of will that shaped the storm of fire. Its long tail whipped and thrashed across the horde, scorching their ranks with tongues of flame that leapt, so hungry for fuel. As the arrow's magick ripped foe apart with precise and brutal...

Maggie blinked. A small “Oh,” escaped her lips as she sat up straight in her chair. Her brows tented as a strange worry worked down the base of her stomach. A thing that felt cold. Bracing. Made her all too aware of Gillabree. It was a small thing. Made up of smaller isms that fed her worry...

Maggie took from the waterskin, and drank deep before she pulled its spout from her lips, and gave a nod to Tara in silent thanks. Passed it on to Ilvisar who drank from it quicker still. "I will forever remember this kindness, Lady Ostára," Syr Ilvisar said, and took another small drink...

Maggie sat upon the wicker seat of the chair. Leaned, forward some, to keep her armor off the wood. Jagged and spiny as the strange red plate was, it almost fel like a second skin to her. Part of its magic, she had come to think. Gillabree called back. "Oh," a little laugh she stiffled...

Hot, then cold. She could almost feel the words turning the air about her. Or maybe, maybe it was just her own skittish nature? Her own worries getting the best of her. Take people at their word, Maggie, don't doubt every other breath. "I, well," she looked back. to the road. Again to the...

On with wall with Phyrra, Maggie smiled, and knocked her bow. "I like this one," she admitted behind the red plate of her helm. Her poleaxe was rested on the battlements before her. Ilvisar smirked, and offered the Third Blade a rag he still had in his pouch. "On your left, Lady Phyrra," he...

A nudge of hard elbow against soft shoulder. "Look, Triton," the young knight half-whispered to her compatriot. "Three of them, in one place," Triton smiled small, and rubbed the spot where Ulka's elbow had stung his flesh. "A rare sight indeed," he said. Maggi looked about. Out of her red...

A smirk cut across the young Arai's lips, and a nod, more like that of a young boy at play, than a warrior caught in the throws of battle. To see his kin move with such alacrity, such sure and measured lethality. Yes, the sorrow hung thick in the air. But this would be a day for him to be...

Bright was the light that welled from the head of Magdeline's weapon, a familiar draw there in the pulse of it. "My thanks," the tiefling said, with small measure of wonder, though it was the slash of fire, and the bright song of its want that had her look to the breach, saw the shimmer of...

We'll miss yer endeavoring spirit! Even for such a short spell. No worries though, we'll be here when all is good and ready :D

A poleaxe rested upon her shoulder, Magdeline watched their number gather. "So it begins," Syr Ilvisar too, watched as the forces of Sharyrdaes stirred beneath the stone arches of the Blackwood Bastion. He was born to Sharydaes, and sent to learn from and share with the Knights of Anathaeum...

Lefelen nod to the elder, and bowed in respect. "We will do our utmost to see this mystery solved, Elder Crannoc," A fidget from an small knife at his belt. A rumble and a gentle clattering. Lefelen blinked, a bit dumb struck by the sudden alarm from his piece of equipment. He cleared his...