Recent content by Medja

The Viper of Salitra was no more. Before Medja was only a scared, tired, and broken child. Their hearts shattered together. Medja gave the girl what comfort she could, holding her for some time before guiding her to sit on the nearby stairs. She sat alongside Nym in the waning moments of their...

Medja sighed and withdrew her hand in resignation. The girl's heart spoke true. Nymeasha wanted not for mercy; death was mercy. If that madness which ravaged her father ran in her blood too, then...then perhaps she was right. While healing magic could do many things, while it might restore a...

Now it was Medja's turn to let the mask slip. Her lips thinned and she swallowed dryly, choking back her frustration. Her hands balled into fists once more as she fought the urge to slap Nymeasha. "Stupid girl...you're so young. You can start again. I can make sure you're comfortable. You can...

"Hate me," Hearing that, and seeing the dam holding Nym's emotions back break, felt much like the spear that the Emperor had once driven into Medja's heart. Nymeasha was broken and hurting, yet it was too late for Medja to truly do anything for her. "There are plenty that do. Many of my own...

Pregnant silence filled the room as Nym finished speaking. Finally, Medja let out a sigh, squeezed her eyes shut, and pinched the bridge of her nose. If only this could have been easy. Nym held her head high, but everything else about her told a different story. While the girl clung to that...

For a moment, Medja allowed her levitation to dip, and the toes of one foot to grace the floor. She felt through the stone Afanas' heatbeat, and did not need to linger in search of a shift in its pace to know that he wasn't lying. In a moment more, she was floating once again. The man loomed...

There was something ever so quaint about a man who thought himself older, wiser, more skilled at the game than Medja herself, simply because his skin bore wrinkles and hers did not. Already Lord Iskandar was making plays and prodding at defenses, testing his words and wit against the stony...

"Summoned" was putting it lightly. "Brought in" might've been more apt, but by the emphasis the girl put on the word, they both knew that there was venom behind it. Nymeasha looked as though she'd been put in a tumbler with the roughest stones the Empire could muster. Time had not been kind to...

"Undying," the man said of himself, and with a pale complexion, an intolerance for sunlight, and a mode of transport only a ghoul could love. The dots were not so difficult to connect. "Indeed? And do those bells ring true, or do you merely fashion yourself as a vampire?" the Empress asked...

For once, Medja sat alone within a chamber of the Imperial Palace that wasn't her own study or bedroom. The regent had decreed that there were to be no visitors, no dignitaries, no entertainers within the grand halls. Only guards, Hands, and what few servants were absolutely necessary. There was...

"I see. Perhaps a mistranslation in the missive, then..." Medja mused, folding her arms across her chest and raising a hand to her mouth thoughtfully. Then she noticed how terribly tall the man was as he stood and approached. Even whilst levitating, Medja's head did not crest higher than six...

Medja blinked, then blinked again. Well, that wasn't what she was expecting to see upon unsealing the coffin, but it certainly explained the misfit age and design of the thing. "You...you're the foreign dignitary of Reikhurst, aren't you? I recognize you by the description that accompanied your...

"You will be granted access, with supervision from one of my Hands," Medja acquiesced, her eyes briefly boring into the Larrainth girl. "Steal or destroy at your own peril. Make no mistake, I will know if you do, and I will offer no mercy."

"All things?" Medja echoed back, pondering the words. It ate at her. Many things, perhaps. Most things, even. "That which is frail, I suppose. Even my predecessor seemed to embrace that idea as fact, letting himself fade into nothingness and obscurity despite the fact that he shaped the very...

"Fear of both in equal measures can be more prudent than you realize," called a voice from beyond the chamber. The regent empress drifted into the room, floating upon nothing, too lofty to let her feet so much as touch the floor of even the Imperial Palace. No vibration escaped her attention...