Recent content by Mieri

BRONZE PARTY Salak | Aelita "Oh." Mieri said, a slight frown pulling at her lips as she looked down and noted the slight purple mist hanging within the air. Her head slowly turning towards Aelita, her eyes doing their best to focus as she noted the blondes now warping face. "Well..." The...

Bronze Aelita | Salak "Right! Because I can dodge the traps." Mieri said, snapping her finger in Aelita's direction and grinning. It made sense, really. Finishing up the last of her of her stretches and ensuring that both of her wraps were nice and tight around her arms. After, she bent down...

Bronze Aelita | Salak Mieri was great at small talk. Probably the best, at least out of the Initiate's. By the time the two girls followed Salak's tracks and reached the cavern he had holed himself up in, Mieri had gotten onto the topic of one of her books. "So anyway, it's about these angels...

Aelita | Salak "Duh." There was no way in hell that she was going to half-ass something like this. She wasn't going to kill herself trying to get a little bit of gold, that would've been idiotic, but if the test was to get one pin...why not just get all of them. It made perfect sense! A wide...

Mieri was practically buzzing. This whole thing was fucking great. So much better than killing one of her classmates in a one on one match that she definitely would have won. Now she just had to dupe a Dreadlord. Simple. Especially when she was going to pick the easiest one. Why the heck...

Mieri, for once, wasn't thinking about the meal that was in front of her. Her own summations, along with what Liv had offered had made her pause for a moment. She thought about this not as herself, but as a character from one of the books she loved to read. Lips pressed to a thin line. "Right."...

Mieri's head immediately whipped towards the counter.' "Do you think she's in on it?" The Initiate asked, her voice almost immediately dropping. Her expression and tone of voice making it clear that she was absolutely not mocking Liv, but was instead posing a completely serious question. "I...

"Roger, Liv." Mieri answered immediately, figuring that while the other girl was basically offering to pay the least she could do was find them a table. A task that was sufficiently seen to in a matter of moments as she and Thraah once again stepped outside. Turns out, during work ours the cafe...

Mieri pointed a finger at Thraah. "Point." Besides, they weren't all traipsing around with full coin purses. Mieri was more than glad to beg whatever croissant she was feasting on off Liv, but the books she wanted to read hardly paid for themselves. Besides, Thraah was right, no one would miss...

”Oh yeah.” Mieri said with a nod of her head at her two compatriots. She knew she wasn't exactly the brightest fork in the silverware drawer, but there was some polish on her still. ”He frequented the Doughy Dragon.” The report the Initiate's had received detailed a few bits of the missing...

"I am not touching someones dirty bath water." Mieri immediately chimed in, deciding there were limits to what she would do to find someones kidnapper. There were quite a lot of unseemly things she wouldn't mind doing, but that seemed just a step too far even for her. Besides, it took her...

Tearing the board away, Thraah's light flickered into the dark cubby beneath. Mieri's excited face almost instantly dropping as she saw what lay inside was nothing more than a small bag and what appeared to be a journal. "Ugh." The pugilist said with a roll of her eyes, glancing up at Thraah...

As it turned out, the Kitchen didn't really have that many clues in it. There were a few crumbs, some biscuits that the Dreadlord had left behind, but other than that...there seemed to be a severe failing of anything that might be worthwhile. A long sigh dragged from Mieri's lips, and she hung...

Vel Acan Mieri stood in front of the door to retired Dreadlord Algus Senn, a third level of some small renown though, though not apparently one whose disappearance warranted more than the attentions of a handful of children. Rough luck, really. Not that the plucky young redhead standing in...

”Ow.’ Mieri said quietly to herself, not noticing the soldiers who were quickly moving up the alleyway to corner and surround her. She lay there, eyes closed and unmoving, face against the ground. Her red hair was splayed all over the back of her head, and she tasted blood coating the inside...