Recent content by Marcella

"As Houri said, the dollmaker is probably Anirian," she answered Zaire as she still poked at the regular ham that she'd been served. "He had very good taste in food, so definitely Anirian." Marcie sat and stared at the various other foods and drinks at their table before looking around the...

It was good that they were taking Leonard with them but she could see the concern in Aelita's eyes. Marcella knew that look, it said, "hey friend I don't want you to get in trouble for slowing us down because I really respect you." Marcie returned Aelita's stare with a wide smile and reached...

"Wow Zaire, look at that, you're getting your favorite dish," Lumen's order was a stroke of genius. Marcie would have all of the special ham to herself while Zaire snacked on noodles covered in cheese. A fog was interesting, it probably was created by the dollmaker. That was definitely it...

Marcella had heard begging and screaming far worse than the cries from Leonard's beloved before so the woman's screams did little to sway her. However, her companions words asking her to alleve the fallen knight was more than enough for her to listen. "Very well," was all she muttered as she...

There was a part of her that felt her heart melt, if but for a second, as Leonard finally found his nerve and summoned the courage to break away from Aelita's grasp. Charging recklessly forward to try and save his lover as she cried out in desperation. It reminded her of the little novels...

Wow. This house sucked. Marcella couldn't believe a man, even one as attractive as Leonard, had managed to convince a noblewoman to live in such squalor. For a second she even considered if this was a trap before dismissing that as impossible for a man who proclaimed to be obsessed with...

Oh no. He was asking questions about her special ham. Then he tried to tell his very convenient little story about how he was the only survivor of his encounter with the dollmaker. And to make matters worse he had the audacity to ask Lumen to order him something. Marcella was smart. Much...

Marcie placed a hand on Zaire and closed her eyes. Slowly removing the wounds he had suffered until she had absorbed all of his injuries and stored them into herself. "Right as rain," she said, not really knowing what that phrase was supposed to mean just knowing she'd overheard others say it...

This job was obviously going to be very difficult. Len would probably be upset when the three Initiates ended up killing Leonard, as they had been instructed to do, but that was the life of a Dreadlord. "We should get to the Cotorie district," Marcella said with gumption in her voice. All of...

"Yes." She looked on with as brave a face as she could muster. Kristen wasn't wrong to hint towards the challenges they'd face in a live environment, to make sure the person she was going with wasn't going to be a liability. Wasn't going to put both of their lives in danger. "If it's to...

Marcella saw the look in Aelita's face and knew exactly what it meant. She'd seen it a hundred times before. It said, 'hey you're doing a really great job and I'm so happy we're friends.' Marcie smiled and nodded back to the blonde light-bringer before concentrating her magic again. Honestly...

Marcella jumped up from her seat after Houri’s words were processed in her mind. She was completely oblivious to whatever was going on between Lumen and Houri. ””I can help!” She was born for moments like these. Rushing over towards Zaire she held out a hand and looked down at the gashes on...

The knight was correct that this wasn’t honorable. Aelita was even lying to the man about how the group was going to let him live. The noble had been quite clear about what they were to do and it didn’t involve letting this man live. Which really was a shame, he was so handsome. Marcella was...

Marcella's jaw dropped at how well spoken the Knight of Orchids was. The manner he conducted himself, the sense of honor, and all of this for his lady? It actually sparked a small sliver of jealousy within Marcella's chest. How lucky this Len must have been to snag a man who fought for a...

Marcella took a sip of the pint she ordered. It tasted like beer, like the beerly kind of beer. She wasn't a fan and truthfully she had no idea why anyone claimed to enjoy the stuff. "Yum, their beer is so good here." Obviously, seeming cool was far more important than ordering something she...