Recent content by Melchior

Just taking a break for a few, as stuff has got a bit hectic IRL. Feel free to move past Melchior in any group threads etc.

Bleak though many believe them to be, burdens may birth blessings, if one merely knows how to make them blossom. Although blind, the insight invoked by Silka's speech was as keen as any scalpel, a sense which pierced Melchior's handsome features and obsidian plate; as though in the absence of...

Often peril is both plague, as much as it is possibility; depending upon whose toes tread the trail it unveils. Imbibing the odours which emanated from the entity bathed in black, Silka's senses would be greeted with a variety of scents, from the sinister smell of steel, to the surprising...

Friendship is fostered through many facets, from first flirtation, to the fleeting forlornness of a farewell; and yet usually, it is forged upon a foundation which both parties share. Shaping a shield from sorcery, Silka girded herself against further assault as Melchior approached, birthing a...

It is only through sacrifice, that some souls find purpose. Footmen, fledglings, first to bleed and be replaced, the guardsman that accompanied Olem's entourage were as expendable as they were numerous; a cold and arguably cruel truth often obfuscated by politicians and generals alike, because...

Often, respect is rendered not through the righteousness of someone's convictions, but how quickly their corruption is quashed. Bravado, brash and bright, a weapon wielded by Kamil to cow or conquer combatants in the past, a tool twisted by threats, which writhed through the air and sought to...

Memory is a noose by which men hang; events either slay them once, or they are ever haunted by surviving them. The woman's words, welcoming as they were eventually, initially hit home like a hammer to his heart, a blow that bludgeoned his breast more readily than any mace upon the field of...

Scorned by superstition, yet solicited for spells, witches were both wisdom and woe, depending on who tongued the tale. Oldest of the eaves in Arethil, the expanse of the Falwood was vast, a formidable fortress of foliage, where all manner of beasts found shelter, from elk to elf and...

Eluded by few, yet envied by the innocent, age is both adversary to flesh, and advocate to experience. Languishing upon the hillside, as though a foal forsaken by its founders, the lonely lamb had stood here for as long as anyone could remember, an edifice that endured, though time and tide...

Kindled by candle, yet felled by flame, darkness is not the daughter of light, merely the absence of a hearth's heir. Lured by the longing limbs of creatures carved from inky cloth, Fennec was swept into the shrouds with naught but a tinkle to herald her passing, a sound which was squandered by...

Tempered though they were for the woes of war , all men grew enticed to indulge eventually; if only to forget their troubles for a time. The academy, arcane arm of Anir, a place where children ran the crucible of conjuration and, eventually, emerged as masters of magic; at least that's what...

Fleeting though it may be, friendship fosters the fortitude men need to survive folly. Vel Teniel, bastion, bulwark, beast buried beneath the burden of man, a city whose cobbled veins had once thrummed for the throne, yet now lay ravaged by rebellion; an apt effigy for what became of ambition...

War is both witness to atrocity, and avenue to accolade, depending on which side survives its passage. Vanguards, veterans, vultures and worse, the infamy which whispered in the wake of the word Blackguard was legendary, a title teased in tales of yore, when insurmountable threats neared their...