Recent content by Myrra

Take as much time as you need. Hope you are holding up well, every thread will still be here when you return.

Myrra listened to his answer intently, studying every aspect of what the tavern keeper said. His experience hadn't been so different from her own. Though her skin and features told a different story she'd been raised as if she were a human. Culturally speaking, she felt human. Her first...

"You wanted to go to the Underrealm?" A white eyebrow cocked upwards as she looked with a puzzling glance. She let the Naga comment gloss over as she was far more interested in why one might wish to go to the Underrealm. "Regardless, I'm glad to know that it doesn't kidnap people." Myrra...

This place was getting stranger and stranger the more Ennio spoke. Not only was her room a spitting image for what she imagined would be a "luxury drowish hotel room," but the building apparently did have a will of its own. And it just decided to up-and-leave every so often. Must've made it...

"It likes to be where it pleases?" It was an inn. A building. Myrra had seen a great many things in her life. From the abject poverty on the streets of Elbion and Alliria to the wonders of the Underrealm to strange magical artifacts she'd been paid to guard. But buildings didn't think or...

"A few weeks?" she said with a cocked brow. How often did this place re-locate? Reesh!? Myrra's nose and lips simultaneously scrunched into peculiar shapes out as her mind raced through what this man was saying to her. "You guys just pack everything up and move whenever you want?" How did...

She got her giggling under control after a time. "We all thought it would be kind of gross to use the wool." She had only been around eleven or twelve at the time. A brow cocked as he spoke of a room fit for a drowish Matriarch. He truly must have worked in the underrealm. She wasn't sure...

The dark elf had to refrain from laughing at both Ennio's statement combined with the timing of the aristocratic women gossiping over dresses at a party. She did, however, allow a small smile to tug at her lips. "They're not so bad," Myrra savored a small sip inbetween words, "very easy...

El'Eth? So he was actually familiar with - wait - the Last Chance was in the Underrealm? What was a bar run predominantly by humans, so far as she could tell, doing operating in the Underrealm? Had they realized how silly that notion was and just closed up shop to move here? "Oh, yes...

Interesting. How'd he even... "how did you even learn to make this?" The question was punctuated by another long sip of her cocktail. The flavors of the underworld were unique yet familiar to her. There was almost a magical quality to it. No, that wasn't true, she was just assigning...

Myrra looked on with awe as her cocktail was constructed right before her eyes. She truthfully had no idea what the small vials of liquid were but she assumed they were some sort of liqueur or bitters or whatever the drowish equivalent of such things would be. Then came the first thing she did...

It was a dizzying display to behold. One second the waiter vanished and the next he was back. Clutching multiple bottles of gin and giving her an explanation of each. She didn't know why Teth was a poor place to make gin. It was a 'city' of rafts tied together or something so maybe sea water...

It had taken awhile to get back into the swing of thieving, swindling, and for the few who understood the potency of her magic, intimidation. But now she was back to scraping by, living job-to-job, bouncing from one place to the next before the heat got too hot. Part of her considered going...

"To better coin and new ventures," she repeated in an equally cheery voice. Myrra nodded along as he mentioned fetching anything else that was necessary. She had her dagger and two knives. Along with her magic it was all she usually needed to keep herself safe from the common threats found...