Recent content by Nerren Harclaw

Ispir. Nerren tasted the newcomer’s name in the same manner as she sipped her ale. The former betrayed some starlit nuance. The latter was dark and crisp. Just as well. Happiness, however, was the name of the game whether one was drunk on it or just from the liquor. “Bard, is it?” Nerren...

Nerren blinked. For a moment, she was sure that this man who had since taken his seat at her table (of which, while it wasn’t hers because she didn’t own this tavern, was hers) in turn knew the name of the game and how to play. However, perhaps he was as clueless as a newborn baby. Certainly has...

Nerren had a direct line of sight to the tavern’s entrance as much as the musicians. Her view was broken though as someone approached. She met his gaze, her face straight as an arrow while he smiled, and didn’t know whether his was that of a man or a boy. He could have been in his early twenties...

It was another rainy night in the city of Vel Anir. Under the darkness, the denizens of the streets walked to and fro, rode on horseback or in wagon, gathered together in their homes or even lingered under garden alcoves to escape the rain. For one person in particular, a visitor rather than a...

Nerren decided the banshees and zombies were actually pretty busy heading to the cavern as even more mindless minions so she decided to build the boat. Gathering lumber, tying vines, she traded her scimitar for her other sword and axe after they washed ashore with a naked orc. That was fine. As...

For half a heartbeat, Nerren wasn’t certain if she glimpsed the darkness of the very universe in that crab’s black eye as it gazed back that instant. She felt a pang of hatred, but perhaps it was just mistaken for emptiness. Amid its amber iris there wasn’t much of a pupil to begin with, more...

Back on her feet after her attack, sand clinging to her garments, blade brandished, Nerren didn’t delay or intend to stay on this beach for crabs, singing sirens or any darkness. Sidestepping right on time, the putrid goop that spewed from this creature missed her, but some of it manage to land...

Nerren gauged her surroundings. Whether on the edge of some since civilized continent or long lost island, she was used to predicaments like this. It wasn’t the first time that a ship had snapped in half with her in it or a boat had capsized with her in it. Tragic though it was, it also wasn’t...

Sand and more sand on the shoreline. Undead creatures behind her. Looked like a cavern might be at her other side further along the reef. Beyond the beach was a horizon she could not reach. However, it was her axe and her sword that were more important to Nerren at present. Her crewmembers too...

To think, all this insolent man had to do was accept a headbutt if not a broken nose after placing a blade at her throat and then some. Petrus was rather apt with his magic and reaction time, that much was apparent, though Nerren had abilities of her own. She was no paladin but, as a Nordenfiir...

With both of Petrus’ hands pretty busy, one trying to prevent Nerren’s from wrenching his weapon out of his grip, and the other going for her throat, that meant he wasn’t using any hand to project his magic. In her experience, though she was no expert or sorceress, one’s focus was significantly...

Nerren didn’t even intend for Petrus to divert his attention. Instead, she had beckoned him to turn toward a different direction by plunging her other fist into his back, maybe making him lurch forward. That, however, didn't work. Anger. Hunger. Thirst. The fact that she had almost drowned and...

Despite the anger in her eyes, upon realizing that certain peculiar creatures were advancing in her presence, Nerren decided to permit those fingers over her lips for the moment. The kraken might shit whenever it was fit but those corpses in the distance? They had no control over their forms as...

She heard the words, a hundred drums and gongs, but the words could not be determined. The lyrics were in a different language, like the rocks at the bottom of the sea had cracked open, and thunder kissed the surface of the ocean like a kraken’s breath. It was an old song, one of death, and...

There is no response. Petrus Ritus Iskandar