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Nico had raised his mug to the warrior elf in greeting, and was now thankful it was empty, that the moongrit was taking effect, as the windows of the tavern shattered to make way for some unholy magic that dragged the long-dead bones-at-arms toward them. The rook took flight as Nico sprang from...

Nico had one eye on his now-steadying hand as the bard spoke. Craning his neck to see Ispir’s notes, he blinked at the pages. “By the Sixteenth Stone…” he murmured. “I’ve no inclination in the arts, know you, but have studied them. Yes, this is something. The way it slips in and out of modes...

The Valenntenian frowned at the shoes in Viola’s hands as if she offered them a rat carcass. He’d expected as much. But when the swordsman looked his way, summing him up or looking for a glint of empathy, Nico saw the deal was struck. Look. Maybe…we can work somethin out with Gerald when we...

The minotaur and minstrel both announced their respective interests in the tourney, and Nico gave an amused grunt. “Well, I’ll arrange the announcement that no brawlers nor bards need enter the events, for…” A brief pause, his eyes darting sidelong to the armed men pushing through the crowd...

“Something,” came the echo in the northerner's accent. “I would have preferred she were leading us to bandits.” Nico made a motion to the sky, and the rook began its descent. He began to pace shortly, spinning his heel on the loose stones every few steps. He stared down at the street, his eyes...

“Born of the abyss…” Nico mulled the concept over. He had remained still while the sister spoke, intent equally on her idea and the notion of a devout who was willing to analyze the scripture. He was pulled from his thoughts by the latest addition to the table, raising his mug welcomingly as...

The rustle of feathers returned overhead, Val drifting calm circles over the buildings and offering no signs of warning. Listening again to the distress in the woman's voice, Nico avoided a look of judgement he might have imagined from the Allirian. Perhaps the engineer had spent too long in Vel...

“Yes,” Nico agreed after nodding with the introductions, all the while his eyes following the ribbons of light now dancing about the minstrel on stage. “Captivating… the magics one may see about the world.” He surveyed the motley lot of his companions for the evening, as if in evidence of his...

The Valenntenian, already turned to leave, paused at the sight of the empty sidestreet behind them, not sure if they had lost the other traveler who’d been perusing the city with them or if their company had fled. In any event, the woman’s adamance held him there. Her strained plea brought to...

A step behind the swordsman, Nico Du’Raki laid an uncertain hand on the stiletto at his belt. The rook perched on his shoulder seemed less concerned. “Foreigners?” he said to the kneeling woman, his northern accent eroded by that of Aniria. “You’ve been following us?” His eyes darted from her...

At a table near the stage, a thin man had been likewise absorbing the spritely pianist’s tune, attempting to discern whether the notes were born of genuine skill or enchantment. He could hardly fault the elf for her being enthralled. When a shadow fell across his drink, the man’s dark features...

... Arethans ... Arethilites Anyways, hello. I've been lurking the halls of the Wiki library and thought I should make a proper introduction. I'm Nico. It's been years since my last RP post, but I'm already enamored of the world you folks have created here. I'm excited to seek out...

Hidden Flames Vel Anir, Year 373 AoC Nico cursed as he strained to keep the barrel balanced on the cradle cart. He rolled it through the shadowy storehouse past gear assemblies and hulking prototypes – his contributions to the war engines of Vel Anir. With the barrel in place at his worktable...