Recent content by Melfa

Slowly trudging through the mud, Melfa gave little heed to what had been a wounded shoulder and instead look to the giant mound of the dead minotaur several yards away, impressed. "Enemies," she answered Edric with a heated snort that sent smoke billowing from her nostrils as remnants of her...

By the time Edric had finished off his oversized opponent, the last of the intruders that could still manage to move had retreated, leaving the majority of their comrades either dead or downed among the encampment. Melfa trudged through the mud, second eyelids blinking back the rain, and...

A sudden explosion of fire filled the darkness to his right - spouting from the mouth of the caravan's leader. The flames licked across two separate attackers, sticking to their skin and armor like tar and burning through flesh and leather alike. They scattered into the rain, screeching and...

The institution of night watches hadn't been overlooked, merely unlucky that the current watchman's route had taken them on the opposite end of where the intruders had ventured in. At the sound of the horrific scream, the orc came running - his bulky form stomped through mud between the tents...

The komodo’s consternation did not last long, her face shifting into reptilian thought. Issuing a low rumble, Melfa slowly turned and moved a few larger crates about to get to one stacked at the bottom. She was not familiar with the dwarven make of what he was describing, but… Her claws picked...

Melfa gave him a curious look. “Edric…” Chasmine gently whispered, “when a host offers you tea, you should accept it whether you want it or not. It is only polite...”

“Edric,” Chasmine whispered from the amulet, “who is the Pit Master?” Luckily her voice could not be heard beyond his own ears thanks to the din of the market levels and the people they shared the lift with. “Mm,” Melfa grunted in reply, looking otherwise pleased with herself, “winners get...

“Melfa warrior,” the komodo proclaimed with a guttural sound just short of a growl, pounding a fist to her chest, “Melfa know fighters when meet.” They would soon be free of the noise, smells, and crowds of the tavern and pit, moving back outside to the gangways and scaffolded stairways of the...

His words garnered him a variety of looks. Disinterest. Offense. Boredom. Amusement. Curiosity. The orcess fell somewhere in the middle of it all, bemused by his youth and surety. Orcs did tend to value bravado and he apparently had it in spades - but orcs raised and honed in the wilds were...

Edrin. Had Chasmine been of flesh and blood she would have given him a strange look. Alas, his spiritual companion said nothing and instead felt quiet approval at his attempts to lay low, as it were. It was, after all, an attempt - even if not a very good one. The fact that he remembered was...

Well, even if she wasn’t going to get the show she’d been hoping for, Melfa cackled with all the enthusiasm of a deeply entertained dragon. The crowd erupted into absolute chaos at the upset of the long-reigning champ, but the orcs in attendance were roaring with pride of the victory. The...

With a giant mouthful of meat, the komodo issued a rattling hiss of enthusiasm as Rottek made his first move. These pit fights were a dime a dozen usually - forgettable and merely background noise to the surrounding market. Melfa typically ignored it and went about her day, but THIS day she'd...

"Melfa find little man by front gate," she replied languidly, her long tail flickering and snapping the man in the ass as she left.

Komodi maybe weren't the most intelligent of peoples to grace the lands of Arethil, but they shared no lack of pride in their foggy heritage and culture. Melfa was no outlier of this trend. Having spent a handful of days at the Monastery now, she'd put a large dent in the food stores and spent...

Moving on to a target dummy decked in full plate armor, it fell under the pinning gaze of the komodo and had it been a living thing, it might've shrunk away from her seedy expression. With one final swing of the sword, Melfa cleaved the entire thing in twain with a spray of wooden shrapnel and...