Recent content by Mara Ithrennyn

Mara found it in her to shrug slightly. “She said she wanted something of great personal value. If this stops our ship from sinking, it would be worth it. I’m sure Theo wouldn’t like another shipwreck. I leave the decision to you, Ultuk. You know better than I what is acceptable in orcish...

Mara really only had one thing of personal value that would probably be sufficient, but the thought of giving it up twisted like a knife in her heart. For all the anger and worse indifference that her twin regarded her with, she still loved him fiercely. Not being with him, not knowing if she...

Mara had risen in the night just long enough to wash the blood from her mask and return it to her bag, replacing it with a wrap of black silk, she kept more than one for exactly such situations. The wrapping had only been done after she looked upon her handiwork with horrified eyes and staggered...

Mara snuffed the flames, even as it felt like she was ripping away part of herself. She swayed for a moment, vision edged in black. She dried her tears with her sleeves. “I’m not you,” she said as calmly as she could, voice barely steady. “I don’t murder someone just because they wronged me...

Mara pulled the fire back changing it from a column to just a form like hers. It required an immense amount of power to draw fire back after letting it rage. Wrapped in her protective shell of fire, Mara felt the creeping drain. She could restrain it, yes, but that was more difficult and...

Mara couldn’t bring herself to feel afraid. Instead, the anger burned at the center of her chest like an inferno, pouring through her bones, devouring her alive. It was trying to pull her magic from her. Choke it, the fire roared. Burn it. Burn it all. Flames exploded out from Mara’s body, the...

Mara did not respond to the extended hand with a shake. She had no intention of giving the woman access to tear the bindings off her hands. She still could see no genuine seeking for forgiveness and visions of gruesome death were playing almost incessantly in her mind. The woman clearly wanted...

Mara slapped the woman’s hand away from her face, anger rising like the uncoiling of a serpent. “Do I pry into your every habit or history? Whatever I am, you have earned less than no trust to inquire,” she said acidly. “You will find that I am no friend to those who abuse me so.” She stood up...

Mara had learned a great deal since she’d left Falwood. She had never learned to love death. She’d come close to being forced to use her magic in defense, but conjuring a giant wall of fire between her and her would-be assailant had always been enough to make her way more trouble than she was...

Mara weighed the remnants of the handful of silver that had come from a farmer whose crop she saved from a wildland fire. There wasn’t much of it, but he’d been a poor man. She almost pushed off the reward, but the reality of her situation demanded some coin. Her boots were worn enough that she...

Seska’s question stung a bit. Mara liked to think she was wise enough to know fleeing herself was not a long term goal, nor one pursuing. She didn’t take it personally, however, briefly squared shoulders immediately relaxing. “I want to see the world. I want to be better at magic, controlled...

“As long as they don’t mind an elf, I have no objections for moving through anyone’s territory,” Mara said quietly, still in pain. It was subsiding by inches. She considered it a blessing that agony was only a part of recovery for a while. By morning, she would be back to her unfeeling self. She...

Mara doubted the destructive nature of her gift would be welcome for long. Then again, as a battle mage she would be dangerous. It was just that she had no wish to be part of making war. “I hope you are right, but I can’t say I expect a change,” Mara said. A wave of homesickness hit her even...

The most difficult part of manipulating fire was dispelling it. Its elemental form wanted to live, to grow, to burn. Mara had to put more effort into banishing it, pulling the fuel from the fire even as it felt like she was ripping part of herself away. She found herself under scrutiny, enough...

“It’s not every day someone calls elves short-lived,” Mara observed with a quiet sort of reflection. She didn’t know what precisely Seska was, but asking seemed impolite. She was trying not to intrude on Seska’s privacy where it could be avoided. She hesitated a moment, pondering Seska’s...